I shifted Sophie gently against my chest.
“You texted him the idea.”
Sabrina went white.
I raised my phone.
On the pavilion screen behind the altar, the wedding slideshow changed. Gone were engagement photos and beach kisses. In their place appeared messages.
“She’ll survive. She always does.”
“Put her outside. Make it look like she left.”
“Once she’s declared unstable, you get custody and the company.”
The guests gasped. Margaret grabbed the back of a chair.
Ethan lunged toward the screen, but an officer stopped him.
“That’s fake!” he shouted.
My lawyer, Victoria Bennett, stepped forward from the second row. She had arrived earlier as an “old friend” on the guest list.
“Actually, the messages were retrieved from a synced company tablet in Mr. Caldwell’s office. We also have bank records, forged filings, security footage from the apartment hallway, and the hospital report.”
Sabrina’s father turned slowly toward Ethan.
“Company tablet?”
Victoria’s smile was razor-thin.
“That brings us to the second matter.”
I looked at Ethan, and for the first time, he looked afraid.
“You didn’t just steal from me,” I said. “You stole from Caldwell Medical Systems. You diverted investor money into shell accounts under Sabrina’s maiden name.”
Sabrina whispered, “Ethan…”
Margaret snapped, “Stop talking.”
But the wrong people had already heard enough.
Two men in tailored suits rose near the champagne bar.
Federal investigators.
Ethan recognized them too late.
His wedding had become a crime scene.
Part 3
Ethan tried to recover the way arrogant men always do—with volume.
“This woman is mentally ill!” he shouted. “She disappeared with my child!”
I held Sophie tighter, but my voice stayed steady.
“I disappeared into an ambulance because you locked us outside during a blizzard.”
Detective Reynolds opened a folder.
