Chapter 7
Chapter 7
On the day of William Miller’s wedding, all the notable figures were in attendance. Christopher Moore, without an invitation, was naturally stopped by the staff at the door.
William Miller, dressed in a sleek black suit with a red rose pinned to his lapel, shot a glance at Christopher and then said, “Let him in.”
With a smirk in his eyes, Christopher Moore silently found a corner seat.
The wedding was lavish, the air thick with the scent of money. A big screen displayed photos of the happy couple in their wedding attire. They looked perfect together.
istopher stepped in front of me, blocking my view. “What’s so great about those two? Olivia, don’t dirty your eyes with that.”
I nodded, turning my gaze away from the screen.
Soon, the ceremony began. William Miller stood tall on the stage, his eyes fixed intently on the entrance, where his bride would soon appear.
This scene I had long anticipated was finally happening, but I wasn’t the one in the spotlight.
As the auspicious moment arrived, Isabella Miller walked slowly towards William, drawing everyone’s envious gaze.
In my ears, the officiant began reciting the vows. I watched the man who once promised to marry me, now filled with thoughts of another woman.
My eyes suddenly felt warm, and I found myself wanting to escape.
“Olivia, don’t worry. It’ll be over soon,” Christopher Moore said gently, sensing my uncertainty.
But the groom’s “I do” was delayed, hanging in the air.
Isabella urged him, “William, say you do! Everyone is watching!”
William smiled cryptically, and under Isabella’s insistence, he finally said, “I do not.”
Gasps filled the room.
I couldn’t help but look up at the stage.
The next moment, the doors burst open, and several police officers stormed in.
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Christopher Moore suddenly laughed. “Looks like someone still has a shred of conscience left. Olivia, the show is about to begin.”
I watched as Christopher pressed a button. The screen switched from wedding photos to surveillance footage.
One clip showed the accident that took my life. The other captured Isabella fleeing the Miller family mansion.
Suddenly, I understood what Christopher meant by a “gift.” He was about to expose Isabella Miller for who she truly was.
What had started as a celebration quickly turned into chaos, whispers filling the air. Isabella looked frantic, searching for William’s protection.
But William merely pushed her away, his gaze filled with contempt. “Isabella Miller, do you really think you can get away with what you’ve done?”
“You killed my mother. You killed Olivia. You deserve this.”
“Shut up!” Isabella screamed, but William only watched as the police took her away.
With the truth revealed, this wedding had become a farce.
Christopher Moore appeared amused, ready to leave after witnessing the spectacle.
But just as we reached the exit, a voice rang out.
“Christopher Moore, give me back Olivia Brown’s ashes.”
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