Clara shoved forward, anger trembling through her as her eyes locked on her sister. “How dare you?” she demanded, her voice raw. “How dare you twist my wedding into this circus? You think humiliating me makes you happy?” Stephanie’s lips parted, but before she could reply, Liam broke in, his words tumbling out.
“Clara—she trapped me. Those papers you signed? The ones she slipped between the venue holds and deposits? They weren’t for flowers or catering. They were transfers. Your house, your savings—everything. She told me she’d already filed copies, that she could strip it all from you and leave us with nothing.”