A woman standing nearby broke into tears.
Marcus faced my father once again.
“You called him a nobody. Sir, half this room is here because that ‘nobody’ gave our families their names back.”
Dad’s lips parted, yet no words followed.
Marcus reached inside his suit jacket and produced a sealed envelope.
“And there is one more thing. Mr. Whitmore, before this ceremony continues, you should know your daughter’s fiancé also uncovered evidence tied to your company’s charity fund. The state attorney general’s office is outside.”
My bouquet slipped lower in my trembling hands.
Ethan spoke so quietly only I could hear him.
“Maya, I was going to tell you tonight.”
The chapel doors opened again.
Two officers stepped inside.
PART 2
For several long seconds, the entire chapel remained frozen.
Then my father laughed.
It wasn’t the polished, friendly laugh he used at charity galas or business events. This one sounded harsh, strained, and edged with fear.
