Not anymore.
I wanted the truth.
Daniel reached into his jacket and pulled out a small envelope.
“When I met Camille, she told me she came from a struggling family.”
He looked toward her.
“She said she had spent years sacrificing for everyone.”
Camille’s eyes narrowed.
“Because I did.”
“No.”
Daniel opened the envelope.
“You spent years taking from everyone.”
Inside were printed documents.
Bank statements.
Company records.
Transfer histories.
The same evidence I had spent weeks collecting.
“Three months before our engagement, Camille accessed the company accounts using Ellie’s authorization.”
My mother immediately interrupted.
“That’s impossible. Ellie approved everything.”
I turned toward her.
The words almost hurt more than the fall.
Because she believed it.
Or pretended to.
Daniel looked at my mother.
“Your daughter forged her sister’s signature.”
The room went completely quiet.
Camille laughed suddenly.
A sharp, nervous laugh.
“You’re all really going to believe her?”
She pointed at me.
“Ellie has always hated me.”
I stared at her.
“Hated you?”
My voice was calm.
“You emptied the company account.”
“You abandoned me.”
“I rebuilt that company after Dad died.”
