Chapter 2 - The Slap Across the Face
Brooke’s face turned bright red with rage. She dropped the wireless microphone onto the head table with a loud thud and rushed across the floor in a blind fury, her lace dress rustling violently.
Before Evan or any of the groomsmen could react, Brooke stormed directly up to Stacey and forcefully slapped her across the face.
The sharp crack of hand meeting cheek echoed across the silent reception hall. Guests gasped in collective horror.
Stacey absorbed the heavy blow with dangerous restraint. Her head turned slightly from the impact, but her body did not sway an inch. Slowly, deliberately, Stacey turned her face back, wiping a speck of dust from her collar while an icy, mocking smile formed on her lips.
"You ruined my wedding, you old bitch!" Brooke spat in a furious, hushed scream, her chest heaving as tears of anger welled in her eyes.
Nearby, Evan stepped forward, his dark suit slightly disheveled and his tie crooked, staring at his new wife in total horror and disgust.
Stacey casually reached past Brooke, taking the microphone directly from the best man's hand. She ignored the red mark on her cheek entirely.
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"Evan, honey..." Stacey said, her steady, clear voice filling every corner of the room over the speakers. "Check your bride's bank account right now."
👉 What exact amount did Stacey pull back from the escrow account while standing under the wedding lights?
