“To the couple’s eternal happiness.”

I clinked my glass with hers and held her gaze. For a split second, she looked away—uneasy.

Two days before the wedding, Daniel asked me to sign some “urgent” banking papers. I told him I wanted time to review them. His smile flickered—just for a moment.

That was all I needed.

The wedding day arrived. The church was full. My dress was beautiful. I walked down the aisle not like a victim—but like someone closing a chapter.

When the priest asked if anyone had objections, I stepped forward.

“Yes,” I said clearly. “I do.”

Gasps rippled through the church.

I pulled out the folder. Daniel went pale. Carmen stood up abruptly.

“Before I marry this man,” I said calmly, “everyone deserves to know who he really is.”

Then I pressed play.

Carmen’s voice filled the church—cold, calculating. Daniel’s voice followed—agreeing, conspiring. Every word about my apartment. My money. The plan to declare me insane.

People froze. Some covered their mouths. Others stared at Daniel in disbelief.

“This is a lie!” Carmen screamed. “She’s manipulating everything!”