For a few seconds, nobody in the ballroom moved.
A hidden projection revealed bank transfers from my account to every wedding expense Natalie claimed she paid for herself.
Guests watched silently as vendor payments, venue costs, and dress alterations appeared one after another.
Then voice notes played of Natalie instructing someone to pressure me into paying.
Murmurs spread as people realized the receipts were real.
My father slowly stood, then sat again like his strength had left him.
The final file appeared showing a signed authorization form using my copied signature.
But something about it had been altered in a way that made the entire room go silent.
And that was the moment Natalie rushed back inside…
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