…”How dare you treat your own son like this?” Ryan’s voice boomed, echoing against the ornate walls of the reception hall. His face was flushed with anger and disbelief. “This is supposed to be a day of joy, yet you resort to violence and greed.”
The guests, who had been mere onlookers to the unfolding chaos, now turned their full attention to Ryan. The room was steeped in a stunned silence, broken only by the faint hum of the chandeliers overhead. My parents, who had always prided themselves on their control over every situation, looked momentarily lost.
And that’s when Ryan dropped the bombshell.
