The crystal chandeliers above the ballroom glittered like they were mocking the tension building beneath them, casting warm light over a room that had suddenly gone cold with silence. Jacob stood at the center of it all, the microphone trembling slightly in his hand as if even it understood the weight of what had just happened. Moments earlier, laughter had filled the air, music had played softly in the background, and guests had been enjoying what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of his life. But everything changed in an instant. It happened during Linda’s toast. She...
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