Chapter 187
Chapter 187:
The bold text on the top page was visible to everyone in the front row: PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE.
“This is my gift to the happy couple,” Skye announced, her voice ringing through the church. “Consider this the wedding reception you never got to have with your mistress p>
Seraphina, realizing the cameras were on her, tried to salvage the moment. She rushed forward, tears streaming down her face.
“Sister!” she wailed. “Oh, thank God! We were so worried! I prayed every night…” She reached out to hug Skye.
Skye’s hand moved in a blur.
Crack.
The slap echoed through the cathedral—crisp, violent, and incredibly satisfying. Seraphina’s head snapped to the side, a red handprint blooming instantly on her pale cheek. She stumbled back, collapsing onto the steps in a heap of white lace.
“Don’t call me sister,” Skye said, wiping her hand on her dress as if she’d touched filth. “And don’t insult God by pretending you pray to anyone but yourself p>
The church erupted. Reporters shouted questions. Guests stood on pews to get a better look.
Liam knelt and gathered the divorce papers. His hands shook so hard he could barely hold them.
“I won’t sign these,” he whispered, looking up at her with eyes full of desperate madness. “I won’t divorce you. You’re my wife. You’re alive p>
“It’s not a request, Liam,” Skye said, looking down at him with pity. “My lawyers are outside. You sign, or I burn your company to the ground p>
She turned back to the microphone.
“And regarding my ‘death’,” Skye said, a cruel smile playing on her lips, “I brought a souvenir. A little audio recording I think you all should hear p>
She pulled a small black device from her purse and plugged it into the pulpit’s audio jack.
𝘌𝗻j𝗼𝗒 𝘳𝘦𝖺d𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝗹е𝗴𝖺𝗅l𝘆 𝗼𝘯 𝗯𝖾𝗹𝗻𝗼𝗏е𝗹𝘴.с𝗼𝗆
Seraphina, still on the floor, went rigid. Her eyes widened in true terror.
“No!” Seraphina screamed, scrambling up. “Stop her! She’s crazy! Don’t listen to her p>
Skye ignored the screaming woman. She pressed the “Play” button.
A burst of static filled the church, followed by a voice that was undeniably Seraphina’s—clear, sharp, and dripping with malice.
“I don’t care how you do it. Make it look like an accident. A crash, a robbery gone wrong—I don’t care. Just make sure Skye Sterling never comes back p>
A pause. Then a rough male voice—Viper’s. “That costs extra p>
“Money is no problem,” Seraphina’s recorded voice continued. “The old bat Beatrice is paying for the ‘kidnapping.’ I’ll wire you the rest from the offshore account once she’s dead. Just kill the bitch p>
The recording ended.
Silence. Absolute, suffocating silence.
Every eye in the room turned to Seraphina. She stood frozen, her hand covering her mouth, her face a mask of horror.
“It’s a fake!” Seraphina shrieked, her voice shrill and breaking. “It’s AI! She made it up! She’s jealous of my baby p>