The door to the study was wide open. The bedroom was completely empty.
The lights in the villa were blazing, but all you could hear were Belinda’s footsteps and her voice echoing through the halls as she called out over and over. No matter how many questions she asked, no one replied. Not a single explanation came, no matter how sharply she demanded one.
After a while, a chilling thought hit her. Lance wasn’t home.
She snatched up her phone and dialed Aaron.
“Aaron, where’s Lance?”
Aaron answered, cool and calm. “Belinda, Lance should be getting on his flight right about now.”
Belinda glanced at the clock. Five in the morning. The anger inside her burned even hotter. “Where is he going?”
“Eldervale. There’s some kind of emergency.”
Belinda felt dizzy, her anger spilling over. “This is insane. Nothing is more important than the wedding. Call the airport, stop that plane, do not let him leave!”
Aaron fell silent.
Whether he even could help, it was clear he definitely wouldn’t dare.
Belinda’s head buzzed. She sat down on the bed, gripping the headboard with one hand. Her eyes drifted to the nightstand, where a medical report sat, partly hidden under a stack of papers.
All that rage and all those harsh words froze in her throat.
She forgot how to breathe for a second. She picked up the report, read through it once, then again, eyes going wide as the words sank in.
“Belinda, I’m sorry, I—”
She didn’t let him finish. The call cut off.
Belinda stared at the report, reading it line by line, not missing a single word.
From the moment Adelina was born, Belinda had always planned for her to be her daughter-in-law. The thought had taken deep root in her heart, so deep she’d planted it in Adelina and her mother from the very beginning.
“Belinda, what’s going on?” Adelina pleaded. “Why are you asking this? Is Lance changing his mind? You have to help me...”
“Don’t worry,” Belinda cut in, not letting her finish her desperate plea. “I promise you’ll get an answer today, one way or another.”
She ended the call without waiting for another word.
She went back to the James house, acting like everything was normal, doing her best to lead everyone to the hotel. She had it all planned out; there’d be no grand tradition of Lance picking up the bride from her family’s house. The two families just met straight at the hotel banquet hall.
Adelina arrived in the wedding car. Lance, who was supposed to welcome her and help her down, was nowhere to be seen.
People started to whisper, the whole place growing stiff and uncomfortable.
Belinda told Adelina to get out of the car on her own. Sarah, unable to hold it in, made a scene, grumbling loud enough for everyone to hear about Lance’s absence, her face twisted in open annoyance.

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