Charlotte's POV
Kaye ended up in jail.
It all happened so fast—one moment, there was music, dancing, laughter… and the next, chaos. A gunshot. Screams. Panic. Then silence. Within seconds, security had swarmed her. She was tackled to the floor, her weapon wrestled from her grip as guests backed away in stunned disbelief. Moments later, she was dragged out in handcuffs, her cries of anger echoing off the walls of what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
But even after she was gone, the image of her standing in the middle of our wedding reception, eyes filled with fury and betrayal, a gun pointed at one of the people I loved most—it stayed with me. Haunting me in every quiet moment that followed. I still couldn't fully understand how someone I once called my best friend, someone who stood beside me through laughter, secrets, and girlhood dreams, had turned into a stranger capable of such violence.
