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was for us. For our future. Holly doesn’t need—”
“Did you know they did it while she was in surgery?”
Tears spilled down Megan’s cheeks. “Daniel, please. This is our wedding.”
He looked around the room—the centerpieces, the chandeliers, the cameras. “What I see is a celebration built on theft and lies.”
I lifted the microphone one last time. “I want to continue reading …
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