The sound of tires on gravel interrupted us as the headlights of several vehicles swept across the driveway of the estate. One sheriff’s cruiser turned in, followed by another, and then a sleek black sedan pulled up right behind them.
Preston’s arrogant smile disappeared instantly as Sheriff Wyatt stepped out of the first car with his shoulders squared and his face set like stone. He had known my husband since they were boys, and he had no patience for men who laid hands on women.
A woman in a dark suit stepped out of the black sedan holding a thick leather folder, and her sharp eyes immediately locked onto Preston. “Who the hell is that, and why are the police here at my wedding?” Preston demanded with a shaky voice.
I wiped the last of the blood from my lip and told him that the woman was my attorney, Samantha, and she was the reason he was about to regret everything. The guests flooded out of the building in stunned silence as Sheriff Wyatt walked straight toward my son in law.
“Keep your hands where I can see them, son, and do not make any sudden movements,” Wyatt commanded with a voice that brooked no argument. Preston forced a nervous laugh and tried to claim that this was all just a simple family misunderstanding that could be settled privately.
Wyatt glanced at my bruised cheek and remarked that a slap that loud was a very strange way to have a misunderstanding. Samantha stepped forward and calmly opened her folder to address the group of people gathered on the lawn.
“Earlier today, my office filed an emergency injunction to block any sale or development agreement involving the Blue Ridge Meadows ranch,” she announced. Cassandra stepped forward furiously and screamed that we could not do that, but Samantha simply replied that it was already done.
Preston’s expression darkened into a mask of rage as he demanded to know on what legal grounds we were interfering with his business. Samantha flipped through the files and listed forgery, financial exploitation, fraud conspiracy, coercion, and assault as the primary grounds for the filing.
The words hit the crowd like a physical weight, and Sarah stared at her new husband in absolute horror as the truth began to sink in. “Forgery, Preston, what is she talking about?” Sarah asked as she backed away from him.
He turned toward her and told her not to fall for my lies, but Samantha lifted several documents for everyone to see. “The development agreement includes a forged signature for Lydia, which handwriting experts confirmed this morning,” the attorney explained.
We had also subpoenaed the notary records, and I watched Cassandra go completely pale as she realized her role in the crime was being exposed. The notary was a close friend of hers from the bridge club, and she had already given a full statement to the police.
“That woman is lying to save herself,” Cassandra hissed, but Sheriff Wyatt just chuckled darkly at her predictable response. He told her that the notary had warned him Cassandra would say exactly that when the truth finally came to light.
Preston’s groomsmen quietly stepped backward to distance themselves from the man they had been supporting only minutes ago. Samantha then delivered the final blow by mentioning the video evidence from the reception hall that showed the assault and the property demands.
