Emily turned toward where the woman was pointing.

Her older brother, Daniel, stood near the bar.

His face was completely white.

Emily stopped breathing.

“No.”

Daniel lowered his eyes.

The woman in red started crying harder.

“It was Daniel.”

Emily looked at her brother.

“You got her pregnant?”

Daniel whispered,

“Yes.”

Her father suddenly stepped forward.

“Enough.”

Emily turned on him.

“Why were you standing there like you already knew?”

Nobody answered.

Then her mother began sobbing.

“Because Daniel isn’t your brother.”

The room went silent.

Emily stared at her.

“What?”

Her mother covered her mouth.

Her father looked away.

Daniel’s eyes filled with tears.

“I found out three weeks ago.”

Emily shook her head.

“No. No, that’s not possible.”

Her mother finally looked at her.

“Daniel is my son.”

Emily’s voice cracked.

“He’s all our son.”

Her mother shook her head.

“Not your father’s.”

Emily stared at the man who had raised them both.

Then back at Daniel.

“Whose son is he?”

Her mother looked toward the groom.

The groom’s face changed instantly.

Emily noticed.

Her knees almost gave out.

“No…”

Daniel whispered,

“That’s why he was trying to stop her from telling you.”

Emily looked at her husband.

“You knew?”

He couldn’t answer.

The woman in red wiped her tears.

Then said the sentence that finally destroyed the wedding.

“Daniel’s biological father is your husband’s father.”