The musicians packed their instruments.
The flowers suddenly looked less beautiful.
Everything Ryan had built collapsed in a single afternoon.
Yet as I reached the doorway, I stopped.
Not because of Ryan.
Not because of Rebecca.
But because Alexander suddenly handed me a sealed envelope.
I frowned.
“What is this?”
His expression softened.
“A letter from your mother.”
My heart stopped.
“A letter?”
Alexander nodded.
“She wrote it before she died.”
My hands trembled.
Slowly, I opened it.
Inside were only twelve words.
Twelve words that changed everything.
Your father is not Alexander. The truth is still hidden.
I stared at the page.
The world tilted.
Alexander stared at me.
“What does it say?”
I looked up.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to think.
Unable to understand.
Because after everything we had uncovered…
After the inheritance…
After the arrests…
After the wedding disaster…
One impossible mystery remained.
And somewhere out there…