The Wealthy Groom Whispered Threats at the Altar — Until His Bride Unclasped Her Dress to Show Her Bruises to the Police

On the marble floor of the cathedral altar, Adrian thrashed frantically against the officers holding him down, his face pale and drenched in sweat as guests stood on their feet in shock.

"No! Stop! She's lying... she's insane! She did those bruises to herself!" Adrian shrieked, his handsome facade completely collapsing into pathetic desperation.

Victoria stood stoically before the crowd, entirely unfazed by his screams. She reached into her lace wrap and pulled out a sleek, encrypted silver flash drive, handing it directly to the lead detective.

"Here are two years of audited shell accounts, recorded threats, and certified hospital medical reports," Victoria said in an unwavering, dignified voice.

The lead detective plugged the drive into his mobile tactical tablet. Within seconds, the screen verified hundreds of illegal wire transfers routing stolen corporate funds from Blackwell Global into Vanessa’s private offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands.

Vanessa let out a muffled scream, covering her mouth as guests turned to glare at her in utter disgust.

"Oh my God... it's all over..." Vanessa whispered in a trembling, panicked breath.

Adrian’s eyes bulged as handcuffs clicked tightly around his wrists, locking his hands behind his tuxedo jacket.