Just as the minister asked for the rings, Victoria stood up abruptly from her front seat.
The crowd gasped softly as she stepped right onto the pristine white aisle.
She walked up to the altar with a bitter look of total rage on her face.
Before anyone could react, Victoria grabbed the delicate collar of Sarah's gown.
Sarah: No, please stop!
With a violent motion, Victoria aggressively ripped and tore the cream fabric downward.
The sound of tearing silk echoed loudly across the open wedding grounds.
Sarah stumbled backward in sheer terror while trying to hold her dress together.
The delicate material tore open, exposing the inner lining around her waist.
Gasps of absolute horror exploded from the shocked wedding guests in the seats.
Groom: What are you doing?!
Mark shouted in shock, but he stayed rooted firmly to his spot near the altar.
Victoria stood holding a torn piece of cream fabric with a cruel smile.
Victoria: This trash does not belong in our family, and this wedding is over!
Tears streamed down Sarah's hysterical face as she clutched her exposed stomach.
She looked at Mark with deep heartache and complete feeling of betrayal.
Sarah: Look at me, Mark!
Mark looked back at her with tearful and deeply regretful eyes, but he did not move.
Sarah: You watched them humiliate your wife!
Mark: Dad! Do something!
Richard Vance sat in his front chair with an indifferent, cold expression.
He showed zero regret or intention to stop his wife's outrageous behavior.
Sarah realized right then that Mark would never truly defend her against them.
She pulled her smartphone out from her hidden side pocket with shaking fingers.
She dialed a speed-dial number and raised the phone directly to her ear.
Sarah: Dad... it's time.