Chapter 6 - The Surveillance Footage Goes Live
The commotion drew an immediate crowd. Bridesmaids in pastel silk dresses rushed out of the dressing rooms, and wedding guests seated near the entrance craned their necks to see what was happening.
“Alden, have you lost your mind?” Sutton shrieked, storming down the hall in her massive lace gown, her veil trailing behind her. “What is he doing here? Get that cripple out of my sight!”
“Quiet, Sutton,” Alden said coldly, holding up his tablet. With a swift tap of his finger, he connected the device to the venue's massive multi-media projector system overlooking the ceremony lawn.
Instantly, the giant outdoor screens that were supposed to display a romantic montage of Sutton and Alden's relationship flickered to life.
Instead of baby photos and romantic sunsets, the high-definition display began playing Briany’s unedited video footage of the rehearsal dinner. The camera angle caught every precise detail: Sutton whispering maliciously, her stiletto heel deliberately hooking my ankle, her shoulder driving into my back, and her hysterical laughter as I tumbled down the marble staircase with a shattered bone.
Gasps echoed across the lawn. Several elite guests stepped backward in horror, whispering among themselves as they watched the undeniable proof of the assault play in crystal-clear slow motion.
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Althia turned completely pale, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a fish out of water. Stellin lunged forward toward the projector console, shouting obscenities, but two security guards intercepted him instantly, pinning his arms behind his back.
“And that,” Vesper announced loudly, stepping forward with a thick sheaf of legal documents, “is only exhibit A.”
