Silence overtook the entire garden. It was a heavy, suffocating silence, the kind that usually precedes a natural disaster. The birds seemed to stop singing; even the wind died down, as if nature itself was holding its breath to witness the c*****e.
"Rebecca, how dare you say such things at a time like this?" an aunt hissed from the third row, clutching her pearls. "Have you no shame?"
But Rebecca didn't flinch. She stood tall in her red dress, a bloodstain against the white purity of the wedding decor.
"Alex, babe, tell me she is lying," Chloe said, her voice trembling. She grabbed Alex’s arm, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his tuxedo jacket. She looked small, fragile, on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. "Please, Alex."
Everyone turned to stare at Alex
