Ryan’s POV
I stood at the altar, waiting for Isabella to walk down the aisle. The grand ballroom was filled with prestigious guests, including governors, business associates, and family members. The orchestra played softly in the background, setting the tone for what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
But little did I know, my happiness was about to be shattered.
As the priest asked if anyone objected to our union, Levi emerged from the crowd, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I do," he said, his voice dripping with malice.
The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Levi. "I have reason to believe that Isabella is not the woman she claims to be," he said, his eyes locked on mine.
I felt a surge of anger, but I remained calm. "That's not true," I said, defending Isa
