“Why would I go just to watch that pathetic woman dressed up as you? It wasn’t worth my time,” he replied smoothly.

He sat down close beside me on the bed and turned the tablet screen toward my face. It displayed dozens of digital folders filled with photos, surveillance videos, bank transfers, audio recordings, and legal documents.

“Brenda didn’t just steal your dress for the night,” Luke said firmly. “She stole your money, invented fake affairs to ruin your reputation, hired a private investigator to follow your every move, and tonight she literally drugged you.”

Hearing those words made my blood run cold.

Luke opened a specific audio recording, and Brenda’s unmistakable voice filled the quiet room. She was asking an unknown person whether there was a chemical way to gradually weaken a woman’s health without making it look like an obvious crime.

“She wanted to pressure you into signing a legal agreement giving up all your assets,” my son continued. “Then she was planning to start dosing you with something much stronger than a simple sleeping pill.”