Inside, she found General Marcus Hale, her mentor. The moment he saw her, he knew.
“What did they do?” he asked, anger in his voice.
She told him.
He shook his head. “They thought they could break you by tearing fabric?”
At 9 a.m., the church near Austin was full. Guests whispered—the bride was late.
In the front row, her family sat smug.
Then the church doors opened.
An official military vehicle had arrived.
Madison stepped out in full uniform.
The murmurs stopped.
Ethan’s mother rushed to her. “What happened to your dress?”
“They destroyed it,” Madison said calmly. “My own family.”
The woman took her hands. “Then you walk in exactly like this. Strong.”
Ethan appeared behind her. When he saw her, his eyes filled with tears.
“You’ve never looked more like yourself,” he said.
She kissed him lightly. “I’ll walk in first.”
