“Daniel,” she called sweetly. “They’re ready for us.”
I slipped the USB into my jacket.
“I’ll be there.”
Rebecca walked toward us and looked down at Noah.
“What are you two whispering about?”
Noah immediately stepped behind me.
That scared me more than anything he had said.
“Grandfather-grandson secrets,” I replied.
Rebecca studied my face.
For the first time in two years, I noticed how carefully she watched people.
I stood.
“Give me five minutes.”
Her expression tightened.
“Daniel, there are ninety guests waiting.”
“They can wait.”
I entered the groom’s preparation room, locked the door, and opened my laptop.
The USB contained one folder.
REBECCA.
Inside were screenshots, bank statements, audio files, and a video recorded inside my kitchen.
I opened the newest file.
Emily appeared on-screen, filming secretly from behind the kitchen doorway.
Rebecca’s voice came from the next room.
“You should have stayed out of this.”
Emily answered, “My father deserves to know what you’re doing.”
Then came the sound of a slap.
A crash.
Emily cried out.
And Rebecca said something that turned my stomach cold.
“By the time Daniel understands, his money will already be mine.”
Someone knocked hard.
“Daniel?”
Rebecca.
And suddenly, I understood why my daughter had been trying to stop the wedding.
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