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.

“How valuable?”

He hesitated.

Then turned a document toward us.

Grace gasped.

Lily stopped breathing.

Ben whispered a word I will not repeat.

I stared.

Once.

Twice.

Then again.

$18,742,611.

My voice disappeared.

“That can’t be right.”

“It is the current approximate value of the consolidated trust, including investments.”

Grace started crying.

Lily simply stared.

I shook my head.

“Why didn’t I know?”

“Your sister specifically restricted disclosure.”

Rebecca read from the trust.

“Until both beneficiaries reached twenty-five, full asset details were not to be disclosed except under extraordinary circumstances.”

The twins were twenty-three.

I closed my eyes.

Nathan had apparently learned enough to know something large existed.

Not the exact amount.

But enough.

Mr. Feldman continued.

“Your sister feared people associated with Ashford might attempt to locate recovered assets.”

Grace whispered, “Nathan.”

“Yes.”

I leaned back.

The room spun.

My sister had died leaving behind nearly nineteen million dollars for her daughters.