PART 2: “THE MAN WHO LEFT ME AT THE ALTAR DIDN’T KNOW I WAS HOLDING THE EVIDENCE THAT COULD DESTROY HIS ENTIRE FAMILY.

Outside the chapel, my maid of honor, June, rushed toward me. “Clara? What happened?”
I kept walking.
“Call the car,” I said.
“Are you crying?”
“No.”
I was, but only inside.
As we passed the open chapel doors, whispers rippled through the guests. Adrian’s cousins smirked. His business partners stared. Someone laughed.
Mrs. Vale’s voice followed me like poison.
“Good girl. At least she knows her place.”
I stopped.
Only for one second.
Then I continued, chin high, white silk dragging over red carpet like a flag after war.
In the car, June grabbed my hand. “Tell me what to do.”
I stared at the chapel shrinking behind us.
In my purse, beneath my lipstick and vows, lay a sealed envelope from the Securities Commission. Beside it, a flash drive labeled Vale Holdings: Internal Transfers.
I had loved Adrian.
But I had also audited his family.
And they had just made the worst mistake of their lives…
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