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Nathaniel’s father, Richard Cross, stood in the second row, face draining of color. Behind him sat three board members of Cross Global, men who had come to witness a merger disguised as a marriage.
They had not known the bride owned eighteen percent of the company through a trust her father had quietly built before his death.
They had not known I was the anonymous investor blocking Nathaniel’s reckless acquisition plan.
They had not known the “ordinary girl” Nathaniel planned to trap was the woman who had already uncovered offshore accounts, forged signatures, and internal emails proving he and Vivian had been bleeding the company for years.
The video ended with Nathaniel’s whisper from this morning, captured by the tiny recorder sewn into my bouquet.
“Let her learn her lesson.”
Silence fell so hard it felt physical.
Nathaniel turned toward me, fury burning through the cracks in his handsome face.
“You think this changes anything?” he hissed. “You signed the prenup.”
“No,” I said. “I signed a copy your lawyer altered. The real one is with Judge Bennett.”
His eyes flickered.