“Sign over your inheritance rights to Mom’s five apartments,” she whispered, her smile perfectly frozen for the guests. “Right now. Or the wedding is canceled.”
My blood ran cold. I looked down.
Sliding out of the envelope were glossy photos. They were heavily edited, angled perfectly to make it look like I was in a hotel room with Dustin’s brother.
“Don’t make a scene,” Valerie hissed, her expensive perfume making me nauseous. “Sign the transfer, or I hand these to your new mother-in-law.”
My hands shook. Valerie had always hated that our parents left the real estate trust under my control. She thought she finally had me cornered.
But Valerie didn’t know I had spoken to the venue’s security manager two nights ago.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I just handed the envelope to Dustin. He took one look at the fake photos, his jaw clenching, but he didn’t pull away from me. He just nodded.
I turned my back to the altar, walked straight to the DJ booth, and grabbed the microphone.
