The silence in the ballroom was heavier than the five-tier wedding cake. Mark stood frozen, his champagne glass halfway to his mouth.
Isabella pressed play.
The giant screen behind the head table didn’t show cute baby pictures. It flickered to life with timestamped hotel security footage from three nights ago. It clearly showed Mark checking into a suite—not alone, but with Jessica, the Maid of Honor, clinging to his arm and kissing his neck.
The gasps from three hundred guests echoed through the hall. Isabella’s father stood up, his face turning a dangerous shade of purple.
“It seems Mark’s ‘business merger’ was actually with my Maid of Honor,” Isabella said into the microphone, her voice crystal clear.
Jessica, in her bright red dress, jumped up and tried to bolt for the exit, but she tripped over the train of Isabella’s gown and fell onto the dance floor. Mark just sank into his chair, burying his face in his hands as the footage continued to play on a loop.
Isabella dropped the remote on Mark’s empty plate. “The marriage is annulled. The party, however, is just getting started—without you two.” She signaled the waiter for a fresh glass of champagne.
