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I hadn't spoken to my parents in ten years. Not since the day they screamed at me to get lost and never come back. So when my business partner told me the Britt Group — my father's company — had requested me personally as their wedding photographer, I almost laughed. Then I saw the groom's name. Geoffrey Beasley. The boy who used to climb over my backyard fence with candy in his pocket. The one who promised, "When we grow up, I'll take you away from here. We'll see the world." He's marrying my sister. At the reception, my mother marched into my dressing room with tears in her eyes. "Eileen! We raised you for eighteen years! How can you be so heartless?" I looked up at her, calm as ice. "Mrs. Britt, please release me. I have work to do." Her face went ghost-white. Good. Let her feel a fraction of what I felt at twelve years old — when they packed my bags and sent me to live alone in an old house while my "sister" took my bedroom, my piano, my parents' love. But what they don't know yet... What none of them know... is that I'm not adopted at all. I'm their biological daughter. And today, I'm bringing the DNA proof to destroy a wedding.

I hadn't spoken to my parents in ten years. Not since the day they screamed at me to get lost and never come back. So when my business partner told me the Britt Group — my father's company — had requested me personally as their wedding photographer, I almost laughed. Then I saw the groom's name. Geoffrey Beasley. The boy who used to climb over my backyard fence with candy in his pocket. The one who promised, "When we grow up, I'll take you away from here. We'll see the world." He's marrying my sister. At the reception, my mother marched into my dressing room with tears in her eyes. "Eileen! We raised you for eighteen years! How can you be so heartless?" I looked up at her, calm as ice. "Mrs. Britt, please release me. I have work to do." Her face went ghost-white. Good. Let her feel a fraction of what I felt at twelve years old — when they packed my bags and sent me to live alone in an old house while my "sister" took my bedroom, my piano, my parents' love. But what they don't know yet... What none of them know... is that I'm not adopted at all. I'm their biological daughter. And today, I'm bringing the DNA proof to destroy a wedding.

"Before he died, my husband Mark's best friend made one final request. He asked Mark to look after his wife, Emily, and his young son, Alan. That was why on our son's birthday, Mark transferred $1 to our son but sent $5000 to Emily's child. Our son didn't even accept the transfer. Mark exploded. ""Of course I'm giving Alan more money!" he screamed. "His father passed away!" As soon as these words left his mouth, Mark picked up his coat and left for the amusement park with Emily and Alan. I looked at my disappointed son, and stayed silent for a long time."Andy, let's give your dad three more chances,""I finally found my voice. "If after three chances, he still cares more about Emily and Alan, Mom will divorce him."""I'll find you a new dad.""

"Felicia Delgado had changed in the days leading up to her wedding. She no longer rushed to greet Joshua or picked out his clothes. A flicker of unease crossed his mind. Trying to explain for once, he said, “Whit knows how busy you are, so she offered to try on the wedding dress…” Felicia cut him off. “Why would I be upset? This dress is fine.” After all, she wasn’t going to be the bride. She was done with him always putting Whit first. “Twenty-nine days left… then it’ll all be over,” she murmured. “Oh—you mean our wedding in a month?” Joshua quietly let out a breath of relief. But when the 30-day countdown ended, Joshua went looking for her like a madman. He spent a fortune just to see her— standing between another man’s legs… and then, they kissed."

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