She Came to Sing at a Billionaire’s Wedding… Then Saw Her Fiancé as the Groom.

Henry couldn’t shake off the feeling that Iris was hiding something, and as the night wore on, the need to know the truth gnawed at him. He couldn’t afford another slip-up. His wealth, his reputation, everything was at risk. But it wasn’t just the money. It was something else—a sinking feeling in his gut that Iris might know more than she was letting on. She was hiding something, he could feel it.

The next morning, Henry woke up earlier than usual. He knew Claire would be out of the house for a while, visiting a friend, and this gave him the perfect opportunity to investigate without interference. He had to find out the truth, no matter what it took.

He dressed quickly, his mind already racing through plans. He had decided to confront Iris. He wasn’t going to let her continue living under his roof if she was guilty of stealing from him. No more excuses. It was time to lay everything bare.

Henry found Iris in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she prepared breakfast. There she was again—calm, collected, unaware of the storm brewing just behind her.

“Iris,” Henry said, his voice firm.

She turned around, a smile on her face, but it faltered when she saw the expression on his.

“Yes, Mr. Crawford?” she asked, her tone warm but cautious.

He folded his arms. “I need to talk to you about something important. Alone.”

Iris hesitated, setting the knife down on the counter. She wiped her hands on a towel before following Henry into the living room. As they sat down, a heavy silence settled between them, thick with unspoken tension.

“What’s going on, Henry?” Iris asked softly, but there was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Henry stared at her for a moment, watching her every move. His mind raced as he recalled the missing money, the strange behavior, the odd timing of things. He had no choice now. He had to confront her.

“I know what you’re doing, Iris,” he said coldly, his voice low. “I know about the money.”

Iris’s face remained unreadable, but Henry could see the subtle shift in her expression, the tightening of her jaw. She wasn’t surprised, but she was far from calm.