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Bennett stepped up beside me, laying a steady hand on my forearm while she looked at Seth with cold disapproval.

A wave of loud whispers broke out across the pews as Seth’s mother began crying softly in the front row.

Seth stared at me, his face going pale and blotchy as he realized seventy people were watching him fall apart.

“Natalie, you can’t do this to me,” Seth shouted across the foyer, his voice cracking under the sudden weight of public humiliation.