Brenda scrambled onto her knees, her expensive wedding dress trailing in the dust near the altar steps. Her hair was messy, and her lipstick was smeared across her cheek. The guests were taking out their phones, recording every second of her breakdown.
Brenda's Mother: Brenda, darling, tell them it's a mistake! Tell them you didn't do this!
Brenda: Shut up, Mom! Just shut up! He was going to give Sarah everything! The estate, the trust funds, the life insurance!
Mark: So you framed it as an accidental drowning so you could walk into my life and collect the inheritance yourself?
Brenda: You were weak, Mark! You were grieving and helpless! I managed your life, I managed your house, and I deserved to be the mistress of this estate!
Mark: You are a monster. A sick, greedy monster.
Little Lily: Daddy... is the bad lady going away now?
Mark: Yes, baby. She's going away for a very long time. Daddy is so sorry... I'm so sorry I didn't protect your mom.
Mark dropped back onto his knees and pulled Lily tightly into his chest. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dropping onto his tie. He held his tiny daughter close, weeping openly in front of the entire audience of shocked guests.
Best Man Eric: Mark, the police dispatch is on the phone. They have two officers arriving in under three minutes.
Mark: Tell them we have video evidence of a homicidal crime. Tell them to bring handcuffs.
Brenda: Mark, please! Think about your company's stock! Think about the publicity! If this goes to trial, your family name will be ruined in Dallas!
Mark: I don't give a damn about stock prices or publicity! My wife was taken from me, and you're going to spend the rest of your life in a state prison!
Brenda: I took care of your kid! I made sure she was fed every day!
Mark: While you lied to my face every single morning! You ate breakfast at the same table where my wife used to sit!
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