My Fiancé Left the Phone Line Open One Day Before Our Wedding, and I Heard Him Tell His Mother He Planned to Take My House, My Savings, and Then Get Rid of Me. So I Changed a Few Details About the Ceremony—and When the Final Wedding Gift Appeared on the Screen, Nathan Learned He Had Never Been the One Running the Con.

Ben had grown up watching it.

“I didn’t want to destroy this for you unless I knew.”

“What did you find?”

“Not enough.”

He clicked.

A photograph appeared.

Nathan at what looked like a charity event.

Except the name beneath it was not Nathan Brooks.

It was Nicholas Bennett.

My mouth fell open.

“Who is Nicholas Bennett?”

“I don’t know.”

Ben opened another page.

A business registration from Nevada.

Director: Nicholas Bennett.

Another.

Property filing.

Nicholas B. Carter.

Another.

Nathan Brooks.

Same birthday.

Similar signatures.

“What the hell?”

“I showed this to a professor I trust. He said it could be identity fraud or name changes, but I shouldn’t dig deeper myself.”

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

Ben swallowed.

“Because two days later Nathan asked me if I’d been going through his files.”

My blood chilled.

“What did you say?”

“I lied.”

“Did he threaten you?”