Twelve hours before my wedding, I overheard my fiancé’s family plotting to steal my company—so I made sure their scheme was exposed before I ever said “I do.”

Listened when I talked about the pressure of protecting the company my family had built.

Maybe some of those moments had been genuine.

That possibility made the betrayal hurt more, not less.

When I reached him, Warren smiled.

“You are perfect,” he whispered.

I met his eyes.

“No, Warren. I’m prepared.”

His smile faltered.

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