"If you're angry at me, fine. I'll accept that. But why did you have to do this on Mom's wedding day?" Her lip trembled. "She spent years being called the other woman. She's suffered enough."
And there it was.
The real play.
When my father had fallen for my mother—defying both families, ignoring the gap in their status to marry her—he'd given her half his shares. To make her feel secure.
She'd signed them over to me.
This whole thing is a setup. For those shares.
I laughed—cold, hollow.
"Kevin." I met his eyes. "You really can't see it? This is all her. A performance she wrote, directed, and starred in—just to steal what my mother left me."
"You say I did it—who saw me? Where's the proof?"
"I don't need proof. Christina isn't the scheming type. You're the only one with motive!"
Kevin's face was set with absolute certainty. He grabbed my arm.
"You're going to livestream an apology to Christina right now. You'll admit you did all of it."
"And you'll transfer every share under your name to her. You owe her that much."
"And if I refuse?"
At my words, Christina's face crumpled. She let out a shriek.