Emma walked down the red carpet holding the twins’ hands. The sound of her heels felt like hammer strikes against Jonathan’s chest.
No guard dared stop her.
She stopped in the middle of the aisle and looked straight at Jonathan, who was now pale and shaking.
“Emma?” he whispered. “Is that really you?”
Emma smiled calmly.
“Hello, Jonathan. Thanks for the invitation. You said ‘wear your best dress,’ right? I just followed your instruction.”
“A-and… who are they?” Jonathan pointed at the children.
“This is Lily and Lucy,” Emma said calmly.
“Your daughters. The children I was carrying when you threw me out onto the street like a dog.”
The entire venue erupted in whispers.
“She was pregnant?!”
“He abandoned his pregnant wife?!”
At that moment, the bride Vanessa arrived, furious to see someone stealing the spotlight.
“Jonathan! Who is this woman?! And why are there children here?!” she screamed. “Throw them out! This is MY wedding!”
Jonathan looked at Vanessa, then at Emma, then at the twins.
His mind shifted instantly.
