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.”

because she wants tomorrow to be perfect,” he said. “We can go over everything in the morning.”

I looked up at him.

“You’re not upset I haven’t signed?”

He kissed my forehead.

“Of course not. I want you to feel comfortable.”

His answer should have reassured me.

Instead, a quiet unease settled in my chest.

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