Selena approached carrying a large wrapped gift box, smiling nervously to try and fix things.
Selena: Mark, please listen to me for one second! It's all just a big misunderstanding!
Mark stepped forward rapidly and gripped her wrist firmly, stopping her right in her tracks.
Mark: Don't you dare speak another word to me or my child ever again!
Selena gasped loudly as Mark delivered a firm slap across her left cheek in fury.
The force caused her to lose balance completely, falling backward onto the oak floor.
She landed hard amidst scattered white floral decorations, her expensive gown twisting around her legs.
The wedding guests gasped in massive shock, several people standing up from their seats instantly.
Mark bent down beside her, his dark eyes locked onto her terrified, trembling face tightly.
He reached down and firmly pulled the expensive diamond engagement ring right off her finger.
He stood up and tossed the sparkling ring onto the hard floor near her feet callous ly.
The ring clattered and bounced across the hardwood oak floor, rolling away into the aisle.
Selena: Mark, please! We can talk about this in private! Think about our financial future!
Mark: There is no future. You were only after my money and my late wife's estate.
David stepped forward from the altar, pulling out a official legal folder from his jacket.
David: I took the liberty of checking her background morning, Mark. She has done this before.
David looked down at Selena with utter contempt, reading aloud from the legal document inside.
David: Two previous marriages in another state, both ending in massive financial settlements for her.
The crowd erupted into furious chatter as Selena's true history was exposed to everyone present.
Eleanor dropped the white cardboard box onto the floor, backing away in deep shame and embarrassment.
Selena sat on the polished floor, her hair messily ruined and tears smearing her heavy makeup.
She looked around the room, finding not a single sympathetic face among the crowded seats.
Mark pointed his finger firmly toward the massive double exit doors at the far end.
Mark: Get lost. There will be no wedding today.
His voice echoed through the high-ceilinged room with an undeniable tone of supreme authority.
Selena scrambled to her feet, clutching her torn dress as she ran toward the exit doors.
Her mother rushed right behind her, trying to shield her face from the pointing guests.
The heavy doors slammed shut behind them, leaving the hall in a stunned, heavy silence.
Mark took a deep breath, feeling the heavy burden finally lift off his chest completely.
He turned around and walked back toward his daughter, who was watching him with wide eyes.
The anger disappeared from his face, replaced by unconditional love for his innocent little girl.