The wedding venue was a sea of chaos. Yazmin, once the picture of composure, was now a mess—her wedding dress in tatters, her face streaked with the marks of humiliation. The guests, their phones out, captured every moment, eager to document the scandal.
I watched as Ava, her once loyal friend, turned on her, a fierce battle unfolding before my eyes. "You ungrateful witch! How dare you involve my husband?!" Ava's voice echoed through the hall.
Yazmin, cowering and pleading, sought help from Stephen. "Steve, Steve, my stomach hurts... sAva me..." But Stephen grabbed her by the neck, demanding the truth about the child she carried.
"Was it all a setup?! Whose child is it really?!" His voice was a thunderclap in the tense atmosphere.
Yazmin, tears and snot mingling, insisted, "No, no... i
