Sophia’s hand trembled once—then went perfectly still. “He’s already seen them. And he still chose me.”

Mason smiled at me, expecting disgust. “You still want her? After what you know she is?”

I crossed the room and stood right beside my wife. “I want her more than I did an hour ago,” I told him.

A soft buzz brushed my wrist. A message from Karen glowed on my watch. Warrant signed. Financial freeze authorized. Tactical team moving into position.

Mason’s phone went off in the silence. He looked at the screen, frowned, and picked up.

“What do you mean the business accounts are locked?” he barked.

I watched the blood drain out of his face as it hit him that his empire was coming apart. Out in the courtyard, heavy tires rolled across the pavement.

For the first time in Sophia’s whole life, Mason Fletcher looked genuinely afraid.

The next knock came three minutes later. Mason started for the door, but two detectives were through it before he could reach the handle.

Karen stood behind them, looking pleased. “Mason Fletcher,” the lead detective said, “we have active warrants for your arrest, for your devices, and for every financial record tied to your firm.”

Diane started crying, one hand clutching her pearls. “This is a private family matter!”

Karen didn’t blink. “Assault, coercion, identity theft, witness intimidation, and financial fraud are criminal matters. Not family ones.”

Mason suddenly lunged for the laptop, desperate to wipe it. I moved between him and the desk, but the detectives had his arms before he ever got near me.

“Sophia!” he gasped, spinning toward her with a look of fake despair. “Tell them this is all a misunderstanding!”

She stood in the middle of the room, tears on her face, yet somehow taller and steadier than she’d looked at the altar. “For years you told me nobody would believe me,” she said. “You were wrong.”