Rachel''s lips curved into a victorious smile.


    Dwight and Rachel stood once more in front of the pastor.


    The pastor turned to Dwight and asked, "Mr. Garner, do you take Ms. Field to be yourwfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in poverty or wealth, in sickness and health, for as long as you both shall live?"


    Dwight looked at the pastor and replied, "I do."


    The words echoed in Halsey''s ears, each syble ringing like a bell Her entire body felt numb, for a moment, the world around her seemed to fade away.


    Gilbert''s voice broke through the haze. "See? Dwight is marrying Rachel. He never loved you. It was all just you living in your fantasy! You were the only one fooling yourself, always giving and getting nothing in return."


    Tears fell in a steady stream down Halsey''s face as the pastor inside continued, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may exchange rings."


    A flower girl brought forward a pair of diamond rings. Rachel carefully slid the ring onto Dwight''s finger. Dwight, in turn, ced the ring on Rachel''s finger.


    Jenson led the apuse, and everyone cheered.


    "Wishing the newlyweds a lifetime of happiness!"


    "God bless this marriage!"


    Rachel felt like this was the happiest moment of her life. She reached out, wrapping her arms around Dwight


    Halsey stood outside, watching as Dwight and Rachel embraced. Her heart shattered into pieces. Slowly, she turned and walked away, leaving the scene behind.


    She left.


    Gilbert followed her closely. "Are you finally giving up? Dwight''s married now. You need to stop clinging to him. He''s not yours anymore! I admit that I slept with Sienna, but I''ve turned over a new leaf. Now that you and Dwight are over, let''s be together. I''ll treat you well."


    Halsey''s vision blurred; before she knew it, she copsed.


    Gilbert quickly rushed to catch her, cradling her in his arms. "Halsey! Are you okay?"


    Meanwhile, Dwight and Rachel exited the ceremony.


    Jenson grinned. "Dwight, you''re my son-inw now. I hope you take good care of Rachel."


    Dwight, holding back the ache in his chest, nodded. "Of course, Mr. Field."


    Rachel chuckled. "We''re married now! You shouldn''t be calling him Mr. Field." Dwight, following her cue, changed his address. "Jenson."


    Jenson nodded, satisfied. "This is great."


    Dwight, trying to push past the difort, asked, "Can we go meet the big shot now?"


    Jenson gave a firm nod. "Of course. We''re family now. Let me take you."


    He led Dwight into a hidden little cabin, then knocked firmly on the door. "Phantom, it''s me."


    Phantom.


    When Dwight heard that familiar name, his blood started to boil with excitement.


    The door creaked open with a soft groan. Two men in ck, each holding a gun, stepped out. "Hey, Mr. Field. And this must be your son-inw."


    Jenson nodded. "Yes, this is Dwight. I''m bringing him to meet Phantom."


    "Phantom is inside, but as usual, you know the rules-we need to search you first." "No problem."


    The men in ck began frisking Jenson. Finding nothing, they moved on to Dwight. He raised his hands, letting them check


    him over.


    "You''re clean. Go on in."


    "Thanks."


    With the guards standing watch outside, Jenson led Dwight into the cabin.


    Inside, a few more men in ck stood around, armed and ready.


    Phantom sat in a chair; a deep scar cut across his face, giving him an almost menacing appearance.