On the day of the wedding, winter had finally begun to fade.
I dressed simply, strapped Lucas into his carrier, and drove to the church.
In my hands, I carried a blue folder.
Inside it was the one thing Daniel never expected me to find.
Proof.
When I pushed open the church doors, the music stopped.
Every head turned.
At the altar, Daniel’s face drained of color as if he’d seen a ghost.
I walked slowly down the aisle, my footsteps echoing through the silent room.
“Hannah… what are you doing here?” he stammered.
I didn’t raise my voice.
“I came to return something you left behind.”
I opened the blue folder.
Inside were certified documents—bank transfers, property records, and one particularly important contract.
A sale agreement transferring my grandfather’s lake house, a property worth over a million dollars.
The signature on the document was supposed to be mine.
But it wasn’t.
It was forged.
“I’ve already spoken to my lawyer,” I said calmly.
“And the police.”
At the back of the church, two officers stepped forward.
Victoria dropped her bouquet.
“Daniel… tell me this isn’t true,” she whispered.
Daniel tried to pull me aside.
“Hannah, please—let’s talk about this outside.”
“No,” I said.