When I came to in the darkness, I found the livestream on my phone. The wedding was about to begin.
Stewart and Vivian's wedding was every bit as extravagant as I'd expected.
Dozens of A-list celebrities filled the guest list, and the ceremony was streaming worldwide, broadcasting their so-called love story for all to see.
That was when a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the entrance.
A middle-aged man stepped out of the car.
I whispered, "Dad."
Stewart and Vivian rushed forward with welcoming smiles.
"Chairman Hughes, you're too kind! You didn't have to bring a gift. Your presence alone is more than enough."
When my father's assistant handed over a document envelope, both their eyes lit up.
"What's the gift? Honey, open it, quick!"
Stewart couldn't tear it open fast enough. He pulled out the papers inside.
He must have been expecting shares, assets, something of that nature.
Instead, his gaze froze on a single line of red text.
"'Confirmed: Patient was born without a uterus. Permanent infertility. Patient name: Vivian Porter'?!"
