The Groom Mocked His Injured Mother at the Wedding — Until His Father Walked to the Microphone With the Will

The entire estate lawn went breathlessly silent. The wealthy guests stared at the bride in absolute shock.

Celeste’s jaw dropped. The blood completely drained from her flawless, contoured face. She spun around, staring at Adrian in pure horror.

"What is he talking about?!" Celeste shrieked like a banshee, completely losing her high-society composure. "My father is wealthy! You told me my family paid for the catering and the venue!"

Adrian grabbed her arm, sweating profusely in his dark suit. "Celeste, baby, calm down! My dad is just trying to humiliate us because he's embarrassed!"

"I'm not embarrassed," Thomas stated, his voice ringing with unstoppable authority. "I am the sole owner of this estate. I bought it ten years ago. I paid the caterers. I paid the florists. I even paid for that white wedding gown you are wearing right now."

Celeste hyperventilated, backing away from Adrian. Her pristine, arrogant facade violently shattered. She realized she wasn't the queen of the estate; she was standing on property owned by the woman she had just shoved into the mud.

"Adrian! Is this true?!" Celeste yelled desperately.

Adrian realized his entire, carefully constructed fake empire was collapsing into dust right in front of the altar. He turned to his father, his face flushing crimson with toxic, unhinged fury.

"You promised you wouldn't say anything!" Adrian roared, completely exposing his own massive lie. "You are ruining my wedding!"