My pregnant daughter was in a coffin—and her husband showed up like it was a celebration. He walked in laughing with his mistress on his arm…

Vanessa’s hand slipped from his arm.

“That’s impossible,” Adrian barked. “Claire didn’t own shares. I controlled everything.”

Walter looked at him over his glasses with complete indifference.

“Your wife owned thirteen percent of Cross Biomedical Industries,” he said calmly. “The shares were transferred legally by your father, Jonathan Cross, several months before his death.”

The church fell silent.

Adrian’s jaw tightened violently. “My father wasn’t in his right mind.”

“No,” I said quietly.

The single word landed heavily in the room.

Everyone turned toward me.

“Your father was terrified of you, Adrian.”

His breathing grew uneven.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Walter lifted the pages again. “There is more.”

Vanessa suddenly laughed sharply. “This is absurd. Turning a funeral into a courtroom?”

Walter nodded slightly. “No courtroom today, Ms. Hale. But evidence travels quite well.”

Adrian stepped toward him aggressively. “Careful, Walter.”

The mask was gone now