She sat perfectly still, chin raised, waiting for me to fall apart.
Instead, I leaned toward Adrian and whispered just loudly enough for the microphone clipped near his lapel to capture every word.
“Your mother destroyed my mother’s wedding dress because she thought I’d run. She also admitted she needed me gone so you’d sign amended trust papers. Don’t sign anything. The board removed her twelve minutes ago.”
A gasp swept through the chapel.
Evelyn shot to her feet.
“That is a lie!”
I nodded toward Tessa.
The chapel screens went black.
Then the video started.
Evelyn entered the bridal suite.
She poured wine, coffee, and bleach over the gown.
She laughed.
Then her recorded voice filled the room:
“Once she runs, Adrian will finally sign the amended trust papers.”
Nobody moved.
Adrian looked stunned.
“Turn that off!” Evelyn screamed.
The screen changed.
Invoices appeared.
Wire transfers.
Shell-company records.
