At the wedding…
He was in utter shock.
"I believe you, Theresa. I believe that you didn't send that e-mail to the tabloid," Ethan said, looking into her pleading brown eyes.
Looking up he stated, "I would like to finish the ceremony now, please."
Theresa grabbed his hand and said, "I love you, Ethan."
He walked toward the altar to marry the woman that he loved, the woman he could trust, the woman he lived for.
"Ethan, we need to talk" Theresa tugged at his sleeve.
"Theresa, I have already said that I believe you when you
say you didn't e-mail the tabloid.
"No, Ethan" Theresa insisted.
She grasped his hand and led him out of the sanctuary, a thousand questions in his mind, and a burning worry in his stomach.
Theresa pulled Ethan into the bridal chambers and closed the
door.
"I have something to tell you, Ethan. Please let me finish and don't interrupt."
She paused.
"I swear to you that I did not e-mail the tabloid those
papers.
"You mean you knew all along that I was not a Crane. You knew that I was Sam Bennett's son and did not tell me?!" Ethan shouted at her, the anger boiling inside him.
"Ethan, let me finish" Theresa pleaded.
"There is nothing more to say! I thought you cared about me,
I thought you were honest with me! How could you do this? Mother was right, I
can't marry you.
"I love you Ethan. Please, you have to let me finish!" She was talking between sobs.
"No, Theresa. You don't love me, or else you would have been
honest with me. I can't believe I gave my heart to you.
With that, Ethan stormed out the door.
Theresa fell to the floor like a wet rag as sobs racked her body.
