Shattered Vows

Julian’s voice broke through the tension first. “Security!”

Two men in black suits rushed in from the side doors. The congregation parted silently as they made their way toward the altar. Richard, still standing firm at the center aisle, didn’t flinch. His eyes were on Tessa, pleading, wounded, but resolute.

“Sir,” one guard said firmly, “you’ll have to come with us.”

Richard turned his head, a faint, bitter smile curling on his lips. “Throwing me out ...