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The priest's voice echoed through the lavish ceremony. "Do you, Mr. Ethan Edwards, take Miss Yvonne Young as your lawfully wedded wife?" Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden interruption seized the attention of the guests. A little boy, no more than eight, darted down the aisle. "No, Dad! You can't!" he exclaimed. Murmurs spread like wildfire. "Did that kid say 'Dad'?" Two more children, identical to the first, rushed in. "Dad, do you really want to leave our mom for this plastic face?" Jayden asked, his tone icy. Yvonne's face reddened. "How dare you! You little brats!" She raised her hand to slap Jayden. A commanding voice halted her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." All eyes turned to the entrance, where Daisy stood, her cold, emotionless gaze piercing Yvonne's very soul. Yvonne shivered, her hand frozen mid-air. Daisy's eyes never left Yvonne. "You shouldn't have come here." The air thickened with tension as Daisy's presence dominated the room. Ethan's expression transformed from shock to unease. "Who are these children?" Yvonne demanded. Daisy's smile was icy. "That's for Ethan to explain."