“Oh my God,” she whimpered, staring at her phone screen, which displayed a PDF of her son’s blatant fraud.

“This man,” I said, pointing directly at Adrian, who was staring at me like he was seeing me for the very first time. Not his bride. His ultimate, fatal mistake.

“Planned to seize my family’s legacy through a forced, fraudulent marital transfer.

He systematically abused me to ensure my silence.

He bribed my father’s doctors to poison him.”

That last revelation hit the room like a physical shockwave.

Adrian twisted violently in the marshal’s grip. “It’s a fabrication! It’s deep-faked! She’s trying to ruin me!”