No wonder these men looked different from Stephanie's men. Turned out, they were Timothy’s people.
“One more thing,” the man said. “So you won’t die bored, Mr. White wanted us to show you something interesting.” He pushed a phone in front of my face. My pupils widened instantly.
On the screen, the cripled Timothy was now walking, arm-in-arm, with Stephanie while they were picking out wedding clothes.
He laughed and asked, “Steph, do I still need to pretend to be cripled? Won’t people get suspicious?”
“No,” Stephanie replied. “We’ll just say your leg has been healed. We must make you the most handsome groom, Tim. It was your idea to fall down the stairs when Johnny touched you. I then had someone forge the injury report—that’s how we got Johnny sent away.”
“Over the years, Johnny got more and more forceful. Sometimes I worried he was no longer a partner but a rival. I fought for everything I have now and I won’t let anyone threaten me.”
“I thought making him suffer inside would break his stubbornness. But he never changed.”