I watched as everyone pulled out their phones to snap pictures of Yazmin, who was now a mess—her wedding dress torn, her face marked with handprints of shame.
The scene was chaotic, filled with laughter and whispers, as the guests reveled in the drama unfolding before them. It felt like a twisted form of justice for the betrayal and deceit that had transpired.
Yazmin struggled to get up, tears streaming down her face. "Steve! Steve! My stomach hurts... help me..."
Stephen's expression darkened with anger, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He squatted down and grabbed Yazmin by the neck. "That day, you used Teresa as an excuse to lure me in and deliberately got me drunk. Was this your plan all along?"
He gritted his teeth, demanding, "Whose child is in your b
