“No,” she said calmly. “It’s not.”
Then she turned to me—eyes wide with shock, betrayal, and horror.
“Mom… oh my God.”
She collapsed into my arms, and together we walked out of her own wedding.
The room erupted in whispers.
Caleb announced that the wedding was over, and guests began to stand and leave. As we exited, I saw Arthur forcing his way through the crowd, desperate to salvage a lie unraveling far too fast.
Within an hour, it was finished.
By morning, Rowan had filed for an annulment, citing fraud and Arthur’s intent to marry for financial gain, along with other false disclosures. The paperwork hadn’t even settled long enough for her to be legally listed as a wife.
She packed her belongings and moved back in with me for a while. And slowly, we began talking again—really talking—about everything.
