Edward's scream echoed through the mansion. Jude rushed into the study, breathless.
"Lord Edward, what happened?"
"I was a fool. I believed every lie Tyra told me about Margaret," Edward sobbed, barely able to speak.
Jude gathered the scattered documents. As he read, his hand clutched his chest.
"Frances was right, Lord Edward. Ma'am Margaret was innocent."
"What kind of husband am I? I hurt her… I abandoned her…" Edward cried.
"Mrs. Hale tried to tell you many times. She begged you to give Ma'am Margaret a chance."
Before the moment could settle, another staff member arrived.
"Boss, another document just came for you."
"I'll take it," Jaiden said, handing Edward a brown envelope.
Then the phone rang again. The cold voice returned.
"I forgot one last gift, Edward Powers. Two documents that will haunt you."
Inside the folder were ultrasound results, a DNA test confirming Edward as the father of the twins, and a marriage certificate prepared by the late Lord Martin. One final paper slipped out—the true autopsy report of Lord Martin's death, and lastly thre fake death certificate of his twin daugherts that made Edward fell on his knees.
Edward's world stopped.
"Edward… it's your wedding day. Don't keep your bride waiting," the caller whispered.
Ashridge Countryside
"Mom, I'm leaving tomorrow. Are you settled here?" Marilyn asked as she packed.
"Yes, dear. Everything's fine," Hillary replied, then paused.
"Have you noticed? We haven't heard from Margaret in months."
"Two or three months, I think," Marilyn said, her worry growing.
"That's not like her. She used to call every day."
"She's probably busy caring for Lord Martin Powers. We both worked for them," Nelia added.
"Lord Martin Powers?" Abraham chimed in, bringing coffee. "They own vast lands in the next city. Rumors say their business is shady, but they've always been acquitted. Farmers say the father and son are kind."
"Don't worry, Dad, Mom. You'll meet them soon," Marilyn smiled.
"Why?" they asked.
"Because Lord Martin and Edward plan to visit—to formally ask for Margaret's hand," she laughed.
"What?! How did that happen?" her parents gasped.
"I was shocked too. But real love comes when you least expect it," Marilyn said.
"But Marilyn, the Powers are wealthy. Why would Edward choose your sister?"
"Mom, status doesn't matter to Sir Edward or Lord Martin. It's like heaven kissing the earth," Marilyn said with pride.
"Well, your mother and I were each other's first love," Abraham said, wrapping an arm around Hillary.
"How's your sister doing?" Hillary asked.
"She's living like a queen. Edward and Lord Martin won't let her lift a finger. I'm now Mrs. Frances Hale's assistant," Marilyn beamed.
"What if someone tries to hurt her?" Hillary asked again.
"Don't worry, Mom. Edward won't let that happen. And me? I don't back down from a fight," Marilyn said, thinking of Tyra.
"I hope so, dear," Abraham sighed.
At the Church
"Why is he taking so long?" Tyra muttered, nervous.
"Maybe you offended the wedding superstition," Paulie joked.
"Shut up," she snapped.
Then Vincent called again.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Tyra Powers. Hope you enjoy what's coming that you worthy deserves; besides you and your devil husband are same. A couple from hell" he mocked,laugh and then hung up.
The priest arrived. "Where's the groom? He's almost an hour late."
"He's coming," Tyra forced a smile.
Moments later, Edward entered—wearing a black suit, not the one they had chosen. The church fell silent as he walked to the altar.
When the priest asked:
"Do you, Edward Powers, take Tyra Simmons as your wife?"
Edward stared at Tyra, eyes burning with rage. Memories of Margaret flooded his mind—promises broken, lies believed.
The priest asked again.
"No. I don't," Edward said, nearly shouting.
Gasps filled the church. Tyra trembled.
"W-what did you say?" she asked.
"Father, this wedding will never happen," Edward declared.
"Edward, what nonsense is this?!" Tyra shouted, humiliated.
"You should be ashamed! Standing at this altar after all your wickedness!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Tyra's voice shook.
Edward threw the evidence at her feet. One of Tyra's men fled in panic—Edward shot him, sending the crowd into chaos.
"You monster, Tyra! What did you do to Margaret? Where is she?" Edward screamed, choking her with one hand and pointing a gun with the other.
"Edward, please… I don't know anything!"
He began dragging her out of the church.
"Mr. Powers, please—this is sacred ground," the priest pleaded.
"Stay out of this, Father. Don't make me forget you're a man of God," Edward growled, turning the gun toward him.
Ashridge – The Next Day
"Marilyn, where's your ride?" Hillary asked.
"I've been calling Vincent and Frances, but no answer. Edward's phone just rings."
"Maybe they're busy," her mother said, trying to ease the tension.
"Wait—I have Jude's number," Marilyn remembered.
She smiled, grabbed the paper, and dialed.
"Hello, Jude? It's Marilyn. Vincent hasn't arrived, so I might just commute back today."