Adelina was the first to step out of the wedding car, catching Sarah by the arm before she could follow.
“Mom, nothing is more important to me than marrying Lance. Just hold on a little longer, okay? We’re so close.”
Sarah’s heart twisted for her daughter. “What do you think Lance is up to? Do you know what those society ladies will say if you walk in alone? They’ll laugh behind your back for years. Is he trying to push you to give up?”
“Mom, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I won’t let Lance change his mind, even if he wants to.”
Deep down, Adelina wondered if Lance already knew everything. But there was no way she’d let that stop her. Not now. Not after everything she’d been through. As long as Belinda stood behind her, she believed she could force her way into the James family—no matter what.
Sarah’s voice softened, her anxiety spilling out. “You may marry him, but if you don’t have his heart, what happens if he divorces you down the road?”
The last few days had only made Sarah more anxious. Of course she wanted Adelina to marry into the James family, but for her daughter’s happiness, not because of their status. Lance hadn’t shown his face at all lately, and that told her everything. Regret started taking root in her chest.
Adelina squeezed her mom’s arm, trying to warn her softly. “With Belinda backing me up, there’s no way Lance can divorce me.”
But they were out in public, drawing the eyes of every guest. If they kept talking, it would only get more embarrassing.
With no other choice, Sarah guided Adelina through the crowd and into the banquet hall. It was packed. Reporters were everywhere, their cameras flashing non-stop. Every single thing that followed was picked up by the media and splashed all over the internet.
Adelina never could have seen it coming—the one to call off the wedding wasn’t Lance, but Belinda.
She sat in the dressing room, pulling off her wedding dress, tears washing away her makeup until she looked like a painting left out in the rain. Sarah chased after Belinda, desperate for answers, and blocked her car outside. Belinda just rolled down the window, tossed out a folded piece of paper, and drove away without another word.
Sarah picked it up and unfolded it. Her hands shook as she recognized the medical report. Her eyes widened and, filled with regret, she looked after Belinda’s car before rushing upstairs to find her daughter.

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