With that, I handed the microphone back to the officiant and turned, stepping away from the altar. As I walked down the aisle, guests began to applaud, a few standing in support. James joined me, offering his arm, and together we left the cathedral, leaving behind the echoes of broken promises and whispered scandal.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that had just unfolded inside. I breathed deeply, feeling the weight of the past few months lift from my shoulders. This was not the wedding day I had planned, but it was one I chose to embrace—a day of truth, liberation, and new beginnings.
