Before we reached the altar, my three-year-old grandson squeezed my hand and whispered, “Grandpa, she was mean to Mommy.” Then he pointed toward my future wife and pulled a USB drive from his tiny pocket—one that would soon reveal the truth she had been hiding.

Then I opened screenshots of messages.

Monica and someone saved as R.

R wrote.

Once the marriage is legal, spouse status makes everything easier.

Monica replied.

Victor trusts me.

He signs things without reading when I tell him it’s hotel paperwork.

R answered.

Good.

Keep Sofia away.

She asks too many questions.

My jaw tightened.

Next screenshot.

Monica.

She found the trust draft.

Handle it.

Monica.

I already warned her.

Then make sure she cannot stop Saturday.

I stopped breathing.

Saturday.

Today.

Wedding day.

PART 15