My dad laughed and told me to walk myself down the aisle because I was marrying a nobody. Mom sat beside him in the back row while I walked alone, gripping my bouquet.

I stayed exactly where I was.

His expression hardened.

“I said come here.”

Ethan stepped away from the altar.

“Don’t speak to her like that.”

Dad curled his lip.

“You think wearing a rented suit makes you a man?”

Before Ethan could answer, Marcus calmly interrupted.

“Mr. Whitmore, I would be careful. There are cameras in this chapel.”

A brief twitch crossed Dad’s face.

Denise Walker nodded toward the officers.

“Richard Whitmore, you are not under arrest at this moment, but you are being served with a search and seizure warrant concerning suspected wire fraud, charitable fraud, and obstruction.”