Chapter 6 - THE WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED

The warehouse door opened.

Florence walked inside.

Behind her were two men.

I recognized one.

Her attorney.

The other man was someone I had never seen before.

But Hannah had.

Her face changed instantly.

“That’s him.”

I looked at her.

“Who?”

“The man who threatened me.”

Florence sighed.

Almost disappointed.

“Jonathan, I wish you hadn’t made this harder.”

I stared at her.

Harder?

My daughter had been trapped.

My documents had been forged.

And she was worried about inconvenience.

“You lied to me.”

Her expression remained calm.

“You’re emotional right now.”

That sentence almost made me lose control.

“You kidnapped my daughter.”

“No.”

She smiled.

“She made a bad decision.”

Hannah stepped forward.

“You locked me in here.”

Florence looked at her.

“You always were dramatic.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

For months, I thought Hannah was struggling.

I thought grief had changed her.

I thought she was angry about my marriage.

The truth was worse.

She had been fighting alone.

---

The attorney cleared his throat.

“Mr. Prescott, I suggest you return to the hotel.”

I looked at him.

“Why?”

“Because this situation can become embarrassing.”

I laughed.

“Embarrassing?”

I pointed toward Hannah.

“My daughter was held against her will.”

Florence crossed her arms.

“She wasn’t hurt.”

The room went silent.

Because that was when I understood.

She truly believed she had done nothing wrong.

---

My phone rang.

A message appeared.

From the hotel manager.

URGENT.

The wedding guests are asking questions.

I almost forgot.

The wedding.

The flowers.

The music.

The people waiting for me to marry a woman who had planned my downfall.

I looked at Florence.

“Did you really think I would marry you today?”

Her face finally changed.

“You don’t understand.”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“I understand perfectly.”

She stepped closer.

“Jonathan, think carefully.”

Her voice became softer.

“You’re sixty-four years old.”

There it was.

The truth.

“You’re alone.”

I stared at her.

“You think I’m afraid of being alone?”

She smiled slightly.

“You should be.”

For a moment, I felt something.

Not fear.

Anger.

Because she had mistaken my kindness for weakness.

I took out my phone.

I pressed record.

“Say that again.”

Florence froze.

“What?”

“Tell me again why you think I need you.”

Her face changed.

She realized too late.

She had been talking.

And I had been listening.

---

Two hours later, the ballroom was silent.

The guests were still there.

Confused.

Waiting.

I walked onto the stage.

No bride beside me.

No music.

No celebration.

Only the truth.

I took the microphone.

“I owe everyone an explanation.”

People whispered.

I saw relatives looking around.

Friends confused.

Then I saw Leo.

Standing beside Ruth.

Holding his small toy dinosaur.

I smiled at him.

Because that little boy had saved me.

I looked at the crowd.

“The wedding is canceled.”

Shock moved through the room.

Then I added:

“And before anyone asks why…”

I held up the folder.

“Because someone I trusted tried to steal my life.”

Across the room, Florence stood frozen.

But she wasn’t the only one shocked.

Because behind her…

Martin received a message.

His face went pale.

He looked at me.

And whispered:

“Jonathan…”

“What?”

He swallowed.

“The documents weren’t the only thing Florence prepared.”

He handed me his phone.

On the screen was a message.

A name.

A date.

And one sentence.

AFTER THE WEDDING, JONATHAN PRESCOTT WILL NOT BE A PROBLEM ANYMORE.

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