The October wind from Lake Michigan howled outside the stone chapel.

Inside, the air-conditioned room smelled of expensive wax and white roses.

I pushed open the heavy oak doors.

The hinges groaned.

Every face in the pews turned toward the back of the room.

At the altar, Ethan stood in a black tuxedo.

His hand was wrapped around Sabrina Monroe’s waist.

She wore a white lace gown with a long silk train.

The minister stopped mid-sentence.

I walked down the center aisle, my black heels clicking on the white marble.

My dark wool coat felt heavy against my shoulders.

Ethan’s face drained of color.

His fingers tightened on Sabrina’s arm so hard her skin turned white.

“Grace?” he whispered.

The guests began to murmur.

Sabrina took a step back, her veil fluttering.

“What is she doing here?” Sabrina hissed, looking frantically at the security guards.

Margaret Caldwell stood up from the front row.

Her diamond necklace caught the light of the altar candles.

“Get her out of here immediately,” Margaret ordered.

Two guards moved toward me.

I pulled a thick leather folder from my coat and held it high.

“Touch me, and the press gets these documents before the ceremony ends,” I said.

My voice was steady and loud.

The guards hesitated, looking at Ethan.

I reached the front of the chapel.

I stared into the eyes of the man who had locked me in a private clinic and tried to take my daughter.

“The wedding is over, Ethan,” I said.

“You’re sick, Grace,” Ethan said, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone.

“You belong in a hospital.”

“I am perfectly sane,” I said.

I opened the folder.

I pulled out the medical reports from the night he threw me down the stairs.

I held them up for the front row to see.

“These are the records of the concussion and the three broken ribs you gave me,” I said.

“And these are the financial statements showing how you moved thirty million dollars out of my personal accounts while I was drugged.”

A collective gasp rose from the guests.

Ethan laughed, but his left eye twitched.