Husband Leaves Pregnant Wife for Influencer Until Parents Deliver Wedding Photo Gift
On the beach, three rows of white folding chairs were occupied by guests wrapped in heavy wool coats and dark scarves.
At the front of the dock, Evan stood near the minister, his charcoal suit looking thin and sharp against the gray background.
He kept his hands clasped in front of him, but every few seconds he raised his left wrist to check his silver watch.
He checked it twice in the span of thirty seconds.
Beside him, Brielle wore a sleeveless white gown with a long lace train that the wind kept catching, twisting it around her ankles like white rope.
She did not look at the minister; her eyes kept darting to the phone propped on a small tripod near the front row of chairs.
“She is checking her angles,” Margot whispered.
“She wants to make sure the stream is clear for her followers,” I said.
The wind howled through the speaker again, a sharp, whistling sound that made Margot wince as she adjusted the volume slider.
At exactly two o’clock, a man in a brown courier uniform walked down the wooden steps from the resort terrace.
