“It was never your company,” I replied.
Two detectives entered the ballroom. Another pair approached Betsy, whose name appeared on transfers from the stolen loan into a property account. Alyssa was shown messages proving she helped disguise wedding expenses as investor events.
Betsy’s voice broke. “I’m Brinley’s grandmother.”
“You called her second place,” I reminded her.
Connor reached for my hand, but I stepped back, holding Brinley.
“I made one mistake,” he whispered.
“You made a choice every day,” I replied. “You rejected your daughter, betrayed your wife, stole from your employees, and built a future on another man’s child.”
As officers led him away, the guests moved aside, and no one defended him. The photographer kept shooting until Betsy screamed for him to stop.