Jonathan was left standing at the altar — no bride, no money, no company.
He looked at the twins with trembling eyes.
“My daughters… I’m your father…”
Emma gently pulled the children away.
“Come on, girls. We don’t talk to strangers,” she said.
“Bye, Mister,” one of the twins said innocently, waving.
Emma walked back toward the Rolls-Royce while everyone watched in stunned silence. Jonathan collapsed to his knees at the altar, crying, realizing too late that he had thrown away the woman who had become the queen of her own life — and replaced her with a dream that turned into a nightmare.