PART 2

The first person to come through the gate was not a police officer. It was Naomi Price, my attorney, holding the original deed to the house.

Behind her came two financial-crimes investigators and a deputy.

Madison’s smile wavered.

Ethan stepped away from her. “Claire, whatever you think happened, we can explain.”

Naomi stopped beside me. “Should I explain the forged signature, the attempted wire transfer, or the fraudulent loan application first?”

A murmur spread through the guests.

Ethan’s father snapped, “This is a private  family matter.”

“No,” said Investigator Ruiz. “It became a criminal matter when your son submitted documents using Ms. Bennett’s identity.”

Ethan looked at me with pure hatred. “You set me up.”

“I noticed you,” I replied. “There’s a difference.”

For months, he had claimed my company was failing. In truth, I had sold a minority stake for twelve million dollars and kept the deal private. Ethan had found the unsigned term sheet in my office and decided the money already belonged to him.

He had attempted to borrow against my house, transfer two million dollars out of my business account, and create a trust naming himself as beneficiary if I became “medically incapacitated.” Madison, a paralegal at the firm that had once represented me, had provided templates and copied my signature from archived documents.

But their arrogance had made them careless.

They used my office printer, which embedded a traceable identification code on every sheet. They logged into my cloud drive from Ethan’s laptop. Madison emailed the forged papers to herself with the subject line, “Wedding insurance.”

Naomi handed Ruiz a tablet.

“Recovered messages,” she announced. “Including one in which Ms. Cole asks whether Claire could be declared unstable after discovering the marriage.”