“A-and… who are they?” Jonathan pointed at the children.
“This is Lily and Lucy,” Emma said calmly.
“Your daughters. The children I was carrying when you threw me out onto the street like a dog.”
The entire venue erupted in whispers.
“She was pregnant?!”
“He abandoned his pregnant wife?!”
At that moment, the bride Vanessa arrived, furious to see someone stealing the spotlight.
“Jonathan! Who is this woman?! And why are there children here?!” she screamed. “Throw them out! This is MY wedding!”
Jonathan looked at Vanessa, then at Emma, then at the twins.
His mind shifted instantly.
Emma was rich.
Emma was stunning.
Emma had given him children.
And he knew Vanessa was infertile.
He walked toward Emma.
“Emma…” he said softly, lowering his voice. “They’re mine? You’re wealthy now? Maybe we can talk. Maybe we can fix our family… for the children.”
Emma laughed.
A cold, mocking laugh.
“Fix?” she said. “Jonathan, I didn’t come here to get back together. I came to give you a wedding gift.”
She pulled out a document from her luxury purse.
“What is this?” Jonathan asked.
“Read it,” Emma said.
Jonathan read it. His eyes widened. The paper slipped from his hands.
“N-no… this can’t be…”
Vanessa grabbed the paper and read it out loud:
NOTICE OF ACQUISITION
This serves to inform that EMMA ENTERPRISES has successfully acquired 51% of the shares of MILLER GROUP.
The new owner, Ms. Emma Miller, is hereby freezing all assets and terminating the position of CEO Jonathan Miller, effective immediately.
Silence.
“What does this mean?!” Vanessa screamed.
Emma turned to everyone.
“It means,” she said clearly,
“The company you’re so proud of, Jonathan? It’s mine now.
The money you used to pay for this wedding? Frozen.
The mansion you planned to live in? Foreclosed.”
Emma leaned closer to Jonathan.
“When you threw me away, I worked. I built my own empire. I used my pain as fuel. And when I found out you were getting married — and had the audacity to invite me just to humiliate me? I bought your company. So that on this day… you’d have nothing left.”
She turned to Vanessa.
“And you, Vanessa — if you still want to marry him, go ahead. But be warned… he’s broke now. Even the payment for this venue will bounce in a few hours.”
Vanessa’s face turned white.
She looked at Jonathan.
“Is this true? You’re poor now?!”
“Babe, I can explain—”
“No explanation!” Vanessa ripped off her veil and threw it at him. “I don’t marry broke men! The wedding is cancelled!”
She stormed out.
Jonathan was left standing at the altar — no bride, no money, no company.
He looked at the twins with trembling eyes.
“My daughters… I’m your father…”
Emma gently pulled the children away.
“Come on, girls. We don’t talk to strangers,” she said.
“Bye, Mister,” one of the twins said innocently, waving.
Emma walked back toward the Rolls-Royce while everyone watched in stunned silence. Jonathan collapsed to his knees at the altar, crying, realizing too late that he had thrown away the woman who had become the queen of her own life — and replaced her with a dream that turned into a nightmare.
