Slowly, quietly, I began digging through everything Daniel had left behind—bank statements, property records, legal documents he had pressured me to sign before I gave birth.
The more I looked, the clearer the truth became.
And the angrier I got.
On the day of the wedding, winter had finally begun to fade.
I dressed simply, strapped Lucas into his carrier, and drove to the church.
In my hands, I carried a blue folder.
Inside it was the one thing Daniel never expected me to find.
Proof.
When I pushed open the church doors, the music stopped.
Every head turned.
At the altar, Daniel’s face drained of color as if he’d seen a ghost.
I walked slowly down the aisle, my footsteps echoing through the silent room.
“Hannah… what are you doing here?” he stammered.
I didn’t raise my voice.
“I came to return something you left behind.”
I opened the blue folder.
Inside were certified documents—bank transfers, property records, and one particularly important contract.
A sale agreement transferring my grandfather’s lake house, a property worth over a million dollars.
The signature on the document was supposed to be mine.
But it wasn’t.
It was forged.
“I’ve already spoken to my lawyer,” I said calmly.
“And the police.”
