CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO – YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE

As if on cue, Marco's lawyer, Sandra Ortiz, stepped forward. She took the document from Isabella, examining it closely. "This is a forgery," Sandra declared after a moment. "And a poor one at that. The date is wrong, and the official seal is clearly fake." Isabella's triumphant expression faltered. "No, that's not... You're lying!" Sandra turned to the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, I can assure you that this document is completely fraudulent. Mr. Cesaro is not, nor has he ever been, married to this woman." Don Cesaro nodded to his security team. "Remove her. And this time, make sure she doesn't come back." As Isabella was dragged away, still screaming protests, an uneasy silence fell over the gathering. Jasmine looked at Marco, seeing the mix of anger and concern in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Jas," he whispered. "I can't believe she would stoop this low." Jasmine took a deep breath, then turned to face their guests. "Well," she said, her voice shaky but determined, "I don't know a