A fair-skinned American bride in a white lace wedding gown smiles coldly while holding a bouquet of white roses[cite: 1].
Bride: Guess you don't count[cite: 1].
Margret: Chloe, look at me. After all the years I protected your family from bankruptcy, this is how you repay me?
Chloe: Business is business, Margret. You're yesterday's news, and the board needed a clean break.
Margret: A clean break? You stripped me of my home, my shares, and my own son in a single afternoon.
Chloe: Your son made his choice, and he chose my family's corporate backing over your sentimental attachment.
Margret: He won't survive a single month under your father's thumb, and you know it.
Chloe: He won't have to, because we're liquidating the remaining assets tomorrow morning.
Wedding guests inside the venue look through the glass doors in shock[cite: 1].
SFX: Shocked gasps[cite: 1]
Guest: Is she really throwing his mother out on the street during the ceremony?
Another Guest: This whole wedding is turning into a corporate hostile takeover.
Chloe: Everyone back inside! The ceremony photography is starting in five minutes!
Margret stood her ground outside the threshold, refusing to let them see the full extent of her devastation.
Margret: You can lock the doors all you want, Chloe, but the foundation of this estate is rotten to the core.
Chloe: Security, escort her off the property before she ruins the aesthetic of our wedding photos.
Margret: Don't bother calling security. I'm leaving on my own terms.
Margret's shoulders trembled as she turned away from the glass doors, clutching the envelope tighter against her chest.
Can Margret maintain her composure as the doors slam shut, locking her out of the life she spent decades building?
Margret: This isn't the end of the story.