But underneath all of it was something Barrett could never explain away.
A court-certified DNA test. He was my daughter’s father. My phone buzzed.
The wedding address had come through. I kissed my baby’s forehead. “Your father just invited us to his wedding.”
Then I noticed something in the venue information. A corporate sponsor.
I recognized the company immediately. It was tied to the same accounts Fern had used to move my money.
My heart started pounding. This wasn’t just an affair. It wasn’t just stolen money.
Whatever Barrett and Fern had built together ran a lot deeper than that.
And Barrett had just gathered their families, friends, business partners — everyone whose opinion mattered to him — under one roof.
Then he’d gone and invited the one woman holding the evidence that could bring the whole thing down.
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