The police handcuffed him in front of all three hundred guests while Tiffany realized the money was gone and began shouting at him. “You told me you were rich and that your mother was out of the way, but I am not marrying a criminal,” she yelled before throwing her bouquet at him.
The wedding ended right there as the guests left and the vendors began to complain about their unpaid bills. I stood alone in the middle of the room with a broken heart but I felt a strange sense of peace for the first time in months.
In the following months, Bradley saw his entire life fall apart as the buyer sued him and the bank investigated his fraudulent transactions. I hired an honest lawyer for him but the evidence was overwhelming and he was eventually sentenced to several years in prison.
The first few times I visited him, he was angry and blamed me for ruining his life but he eventually grew quiet and tired. On the fourth visit, he asked if Tiffany had ever come to see him and I had to tell him that she was already with another man.