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.

Another.

“You brought your wife to my engagement dinner and made me call her Mom.”

Laughter broke somewhere in the back of the room.

Nathan’s face flushed.

“You searched my daughters’ room.”

I pointed toward the screen.

“You targeted my family because you believed my dead sister left evidence behind.”

Nathan’s eyes burned.

“Everything that happened today began with choices you made.”

The officer reached for his wrists.

Then Nathan said something strange.

“You still don’t understand.”

I was exhausted by that sentence.

“Then explain it.”

He laughed softly.

“You weren’t the target.”

My stomach tightened.

Linda’s face went blank.

Nathan continued.

“You were never the target.”

Alvarez said, “Stop talking.”

Nathan ignored him.

He looked at Grace and Lily.

“They were.”

My daughters froze.

I whispered, “What?”

Nathan smiled.

“Melissa’s daughters.”

Everything inside me turned cold.

“The trust,” he said. “You thought this was about your little consulting savings?”