Taming The Sinner: The Doctor’s Cold Game
Chapter 6
"I apologize for my appearance," Helena said. Her voice was amplified, clear and calm, cutting through the murmurs.
She touched the red stain on her chest.
"On my way here, my car was diverted down a service alley due to a procession. There was a gas explosion in a restaurant kitchen. A young prep cook was trapped under debris. The paramedics were blocked by the traffic."
It was a lie. A complete fabrication. But she delivered it with the conviction of a saint.
"I am a doctor first, and a bride second," she continued, her voice trembling just enough to sound emotional. "I couldn't drive past. I couldn't leave her bleeding. This..." She gestured to the simulated blood. "This is a badge of life, not a mark of shame."
The silence in the church shifted. It changed from judgmental to awed.
"My husband," she turned to Authur, her eyes wet with fake tears, "understands my oath. He encouraged me to come as I am. Because the Alexander family values life above appearance."
She handed the microphone back to the priest.
A woman in the third row started clapping. Then another. Soon, the entire church was applauding. "She's a hero," someone whispered.
Authur stood there, jaw slightly open. He had been outmaneuvered. If he denied it now, he would look like a monster. He had to play along.
"Yes," Authur gritted out, forcing a smile that looked painful. "She's... an angel."
"The rings," the priest urged.
Authur grabbed Helena's hand. He shoved the diamond band onto her finger roughly. It pinched her skin. "You are a liar," he whispered.
"I learned from the best," she whispered back.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Just as Authur leaned in, the massive projection screen behind the altar-meant to display a slideshow of their childhood photos-flickered.
The image changed.
It wasn't a baby photo. It was a video. Grainy, shaky, cell phone footage.
It showed Authur. He was on a table, surrounded by strippers. He was holding a bottle of champagne, pouring it into a girl's mouth.
"To hell with marriage!" Video-Authur screamed. "This is my last night of freedom! I'm going to make that boring little doctor's life a living hell!"
The crowd gasped. The applause died instantly.
Authur spun around. "Turn it off! Cut the feed!"
The video looped. Authur grinding on a woman. Authur mocking Helena's name.
Helena watched the screen. She had acquired the footage weeks ago, a little gift from one of Authur's discarded conquests, and had sent it to a trusted tech friend to be embedded in the wedding slideshow file, timed to replace a photo of his childhood pony. She had sent the video to the projectionist ten minutes ago. It was her insurance policy. If he humiliated her, she would burn him down.
She covered her mouth with her hand, feigning shock. She let a single tear roll down her cheek.
Grandfather Alexander clutched his chest, swaying. Charles caught him.
Reporters were already typing headlines: The Saint and The Sinner.
Authur turned back to Helena. His eyes were murderous. He knew. He knew she did this.
"You..." he started.
Helena looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.
Authur grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her in. He didn't kiss her gently. He crushed his mouth against hers, hard, punishing. It was a kiss meant to silence her, to hide his rage from the cameras.
His teeth grazed her lip. He tasted of mint and rage.
Flashbulbs exploded. To the world, it was a passionate embrace. To Helena, it was a declaration of war.
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