The crowd stepped aside, parting like the Red Sea, watching as she led them away.
At the door, right before the threshold of the garden, she paused to look back at David.
“David,” she called out.
He looked up, a broken man in a perfect suit.
“Some people lose everything when they get rich,” she said quietly. “And some find everything when they lose the wrong person.”
She turned and walked out into the golden morning, children laughing beside her. The limo waited.
Inside the venue, the silence was deafening. The guests began to filter out, their eyes filled with pity for the groom. No one wanted to stay for the reception. The cake would go uneaten. The champagne would go warm.
Olivia stood alone at the altar. She looked at the expensive flowers, then at David. She slowly pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It caught the light, sparkling with a mockery of promise.
She dropped it. It hit the marble floor with a distinct ping.
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