The moment shattered the room. A mother’s ultimatum, a trembling boy, and a bride who refused to bow. In the echo of her defiance, every guest felt the floor tilt. Love was no longer soft or pretty; it was sharp, choosing sides, burning bridges. No one imagined a wedding aisle would become a battlefield, or that a nine-year-old with fading bruises would be forced to stand as living evidence against the people who should have protected him. As whispers turned to gasps and the groom froze between past and future, the question hung heavier than the flowers above them: who do you save when saving one means losing everyth… Continues…