kind to me, and none of this is your fault.
A car will take you home whenever you’re ready.”
The dignity of that gesture seemed to wound Sofia more deeply than anger would have.
She looked at her mother, but the older woman turned away.
At that moment, two detectives entered the ballroom with a uniformed officer.
They spoke briefly with Mara and Celeste before approaching Itan and Sofia.
One detective identified himself and explained that they were investigating allegations involving document forgery, identity theft, and attempted financial fraud.
He did not arrest them immediately.
He asked them to remain available for questioning and warned them not to destroy records or contact certain witnesses.
Itan seized on the absence of handcuffs.
“You see?” he announced to the room.
“No one is being arrested.
This is a family dispute dressed up as a crime.”
The detective looked at him.
“Sir, I strongly advise you to stop making statements without counsel.”
Itan ignored him.
“My wife will clear this up.”
He turned to me and held out his hand.
“Chloe, we’re going home.”
The audacity of it left the room breathless.
For years, I had avoided conflict because peace felt precious after losing our parents.
I had mistaken accommodation for kindness and trust for duty.
Itan had counted on that version of me walking toward him.
I stepped forward.
Then I placed my wedding ring in his open palm.
“You don’t have a wife anymore.”
His fingers closed reflexively around the ring.
I continued before he could speak.
“My attorney will contact yours.
You are not permitted to enter our apartment unless arrangements are made through counsel.
Your access codes were disabled while you were on the balcony.
The company has also suspended every contract connected to your firm pending review.”
Itan’s face changed.
The affair had embarrassed him.
The investigation had frightened him.
But losing access to money and professional standing finally made him understand that the life he had taken for granted was gone.
“You can’t do that,” he said.
“I already did.”
Raymond cleared his throat near the bar.
“The partners held an emergency vote ten minutes ago,” he said.
“Itan has been placed on administrative leave.
His server credentials are revoked.”
Itan looked around for an ally.
There was no one left.
The detectives escorted him to a private room for questioning.
He did not resist, but he kept insisting that everything could be explained.
Sofia remained near the altar, alone in her wedding dress.
The flowers around her had begun to look less like decorations and more like scenery from a play after the audience had discovered the trick.
She approached Liam slowly.
“Was any of it real to you?” she asked.
He looked at her for a long moment.
“All of it was real to me.
That’s why you were able to use it.”
Her mouth trembled.
“I did love you.”
“Maybe in the way you love a locked door when you believe money is behind it.”
She flinched.
Liam removed the boutonniere from his jacket and placed it on the table beside the unsigned marriage license.
“There will be no wedding.”
He walked away before she could answer.
The guests left gradually.
Some embraced us.
Others avoided eye contact, embarrassed by their own fascination.
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