Chapter 2 - The Runaway Groom
A collective gasp echoed through the crowded chapel as Liam retreated from the altar.
The officiating minister nervously cleared his throat, unsure of how to handle the escalating disaster.
Chloe’s face contorted into an ugly mask of pure rage as she glared at me.
“This is all your fault!” she screamed, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at my scarred face.
“You always have to make everything about you, don't you?”
I felt the familiar sting of tears threatening to spill, but I refused to let her see me cry.
“I didn't say a single word, Chloe,” I finally spoke, my voice raspy but steady.
“You did this to yourself.”
My father, David, finally broke his silence and stormed toward Liam.
“Now listen here, son, you are not going to embarrass my family in front of half of Savannah,” he threatened.
Liam squared his shoulders, looking my father dead in the eye.
“Your family embarrassed themselves, sir,” Liam replied coldly.
Eleanor walked gracefully down the aisle, stopping right beside my wheelchair.
“Let’s leave this circus, Maya,” she said softly, using my name with a gentle respect my own family rarely showed me.
“You deserve to be treated with dignity, not hidden away like a shameful secret.”
I looked up at her, stunned by the fierce protection radiating from a woman I barely knew.
I nodded slowly, and Eleanor took the handles of my wheelchair.
As she turned me around, Chloe let out a hysterical sob.
“Liam! If you walk out those doors, we are done!” she shrieked.
Liam didn't even turn around to look at her.
“We were done the second you told your sister to move,” he called back over his shoulder.
Eleanor pushed my wheelchair down the aisle, and Liam walked right beside us.
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The wedding guests parted like the Red Sea, their faces a mixture of shock and pity.
We walked out into the warm Georgia sunlight, leaving the ruins of my sister's perfect day behind us.
