Jason watched me approach with obvious relief.

When I reached the altar, he extended his hand. I stopped several feet away, his hand suspended between us. “Meline,” he whispered. The officiant looked between us.

I turned toward the audience. The ballroom fell silent. “Thank you for coming,” I said. My voice carried through the small microphone hidden among the flowers.

“This ceremony will not continue.”

Jason lowered his hand. Someone in the first row drew a sharp breath. Mom stood. “Meline.”

I looked toward the sound booth. The screen behind the altar came to life. It showed no private video, no sensational images — only three documents. The first was Jason’s signed financial disclosure from our prenuptial review, declaring he had no undisclosed personal debt.