My fiancée locked my daughter in the bathroom, threatening, “Tell your dad and you’ll go to an orphanage.” Finding my terrified child broke my heart. I hid my tears and let her walk down the aisle. Holding the mic, I whispered, “Here is my wedding gift,” as police walked in. Her face drained of color..

on the officiant’s stand.

I was about to detonate a bomb in the middle of my own life.

Chapter 5: Public Execution

The collective murmur of the two hundred guests died instantly as my fingers wrapped around the cold metal of the microphone. The sudden, high-pitched whine of feedback echoed across the lawn, making a few people in the front rows wince.

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