But his phone—still unintentionally connected to the cathedral’s audio system—suddenly blasted an incoming call throughout the church.
My attorney, Mr. Reynolds, spoke clearly through the speakers.
“Mr. Carter, this is formal notification of litigation involving fr@ud, forged documents, breach of fiduciary obligations, and concealed marital assets. We are also requesting an immediate freeze on all accounts connected to the Bennett Trust.”
Whispers erupted across the cathedral.
Vanessa lunged toward the phone.
“Turn it off!”
Too late.
An attached audio file automatically began playing.
My exhausted voice from the hospital echoed through the sanctuary.
“And please notify the board that Adrian Carter’s newborn daughter is officially recognized as a legal heir under the original trust agreement.”
Adrian tried reaching for the phone, but his best man grabbed it first.
Documents appeared across the screen.
Wire transfers.
Forged signatures.
Private emails exchanged between Adrian and Vanessa mocking me.
“Emma’s broken. She’ll never fight back.”
“Once we’re married, she won’t be able to touch anything.”
“She can scream all she wants. Nobody’s going to believe her.”
Every guest in attendance saw every word.
