call it lonely, but I admire her courage to show up alone.”
Guests chuckled.
Dad leaned toward the men at his table.
“Courage? She had no choice.”
Vanessa continued.
“And I hope one day she finds someone who can handle her… intensity.”
Her groom, Daniel, smirked.
“Or her spreadsheets.”
That earned the loudest laughter.
I lowered my gaze to my hands, remembering countless nights tracing wire transfers, shell companies, forged signatures, and fraudulent consulting invoices.
Dad hadn’t merely stolen my inheritance.
He’d used my identity on loan documents, shifted debt
