Eight months after the divorce, my phone buzzed with his name. “Come to my wedding,” he said, smug as ever. “She’s pregnant—unlike you.” I froze, fingers tightening around the hospital sheet.

cleared an hour ago, Elena,” Marcus said softly, his eyes fixed on the chapel doors. “Every transaction Fiona made from your grandfather’s trust fund has been tracked, verified, and logged. She didn’t just skim the surface. She emptied the secondary offshore account to fund the down payment on Julian’s new penthouse. He co-signed the deed.”

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