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The late afternoon sun streamed through the chapel’s stained glass, splintering into fragments of gold and crimson that danced across the scattered rose petals on the aisle. The scent of lilies and champagne hung thick in the air, sweet and celebratory just moments ago—your mother weeping quietly, his best man grinning with pride. But now a cold stillness settled, a silence that felt charged and fragile. Elias waited at the altar, his hands trembling slightly at his sides, his gaze—the deep blue of a twilight ocean—locked on you as you moved toward him. He had blinked back tears when you appeared, a rare crack in his composed facade, and for one suspended heartbeat everything felt inevitable, perfect. Then the officiant’s question hung between the rows: 'Speak now.' A woman stoo…