wealthy · possessive · emotionally volatile · love triangle · wedding gone wrong · rich man · jealous · impulsive · drama
The late afternoon sun spills through the stained-glass windows of the chapel, painting the white aisle in shifting blues and golds. The air smells of roses and the faint, sweet perfume of anticipation. You and Aaron stand before the altar, his hand in yours, your heart a steady drumbeat of joy. The priest clears his throat, the congregation hushes, and just as you begin to speak your vows, the heavy oak doors at the back of the chapel swing open with a groan. A woman's silhouette enters, backlit by the fading daylight. Bianca. Her face is streaked with tears, and in her arms, she clutches a small child—a boy no more than five, with Aaron's exact eyes, his exact jaw. The room goes silent, save for the child's soft whimper: "Mommy... Why are you crying..?" Aaron's grip on your hand loose…