About five years old. Wearing white dresses like little angels.
And their faces…
Jonathan’s relatives gasped.
The children were unmistakably his. Same eyes. Same nose. Same face.
Emma walked down the red carpet holding the twins’ hands. The sound of her heels felt like hammer strikes against Jonathan’s chest.
No guard dared stop her.
She stopped in the middle of the aisle and looked straight at Jonathan, who was now pale and shaking.
“Emma?” he whispered. “Is that really you?”
Emma smiled calmly.
“Hello, Jonathan. Thanks for the invitation. You said ‘wear your best dress,’ right? I just followed your instruction.”
“A-and… who are they?” Jonathan pointed at the children.
“This is Lily and Lucy,” Emma said calmly.
“Your daughters. The children I was carrying when you threw me out onto the street like a dog.”
The entire venue erupted in whispers.
“She was pregnant?!”
“He abandoned his pregnant wife?!”
At that moment, the bride Vanessa arrived, furious to see someone stealing the spotlight.
“Jonathan! Who is this woman?! And why are there children here?!” she screamed. “Throw them out! This is MY wedding!”
Jonathan looked at Vanessa, then at Emma, then at the twins.
His mind shifted instantly.
Emma was rich.
Emma was stunning.
Emma had given him children.
And he knew Vanessa was infertile.
He walked toward Emma.
“Emma…” he said softly, lowering his voice. “They’re mine? You’re wealthy now? Maybe we can talk. Maybe we can fix our family… for the children.”
Emma laughed.
A cold, mocking laugh.
“Fix?” she said. “Jonathan, I didn’t come here to get back together. I came to give you a wedding gift.”
She pulled out a document from her luxury purse.
“What is this?” Jonathan asked.
“Read it,” Emma said.
Jonathan read it. His eyes widened. The paper slipped from his hands.
“N-no… this can’t be…”
Vanessa grabbed the paper and read it out loud:
NOTICE OF ACQUISITION
This serves to inform that EMMA ENTERPRISES has successfully acquired 51% of the shares of MILLER GROUP.
The new owner, Ms. Emma Miller, is hereby freezing all assets and terminating the position of CEO Jonathan Miller, effective immediately.
Silence.
“What does this mean?!” Vanessa screamed.
Emma turned to everyone.
“It means,” she said clearly,
“The company you’re so proud of, Jonathan? It’s mine now.
The money you used to pay for this wedding? Frozen.
The mansion you planned to live in? Foreclosed.”
Emma leaned closer to Jonathan.