Zara's POV
The entire venue falls into dead silence.
That kiss photo frozen on the giant screen strikes like an invisible sledgehammer, shattering the wedding scene to pieces. Everyone's breath seems to be sucked away, leaving them to stare helplessly at this dramatic moment with blank minds.
Sophia's piercing shriek still seems to echo in the air, but she herself has already collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, unconscious. Ashley screams and rushes over, pressing pressure points and shouting, turning the scene into complete chaos.
And I stand at the center of this chaotic storm, watching coldly.
David's complexion can no longer be described as pale—it's an ashen gray mixed with shock, fury, shame, and despair. Those eyes that once showed me false tenderness now hold nothing
