“No one will believe you,” Ethan said.

“I am the CEO of Caldwell Innovations.”

“Not anymore,” I said.

I pulled out the original founding charter of our company.

It had a bright blue seal on the cover.

“My grandfather’s trust had a clause,” I said.

“If you ever attempted to declare me mentally incompetent, my shares automatically doubled.”

Margaret stepped onto the altar platform, her eyes narrowed.

“That clause was voided years ago,” she said.

“It was never voided, Margaret,” I said.

“I now own fifty-one percent of Caldwell Innovations.”

Ethan stepped toward me, his fists clenching.

“You think you can take my company from me?” he whispered.

Thomas Caldwell, Ethan’s father, stood up from the front pew.

He looked old, his gray hair messy.

“Stop it, Ethan,” Thomas said.

“Father, stay out of this,” Ethan snapped.

Thomas walked up the steps to the altar.

He looked at me, his eyes full of regret.

“Grace,” Thomas said. “There is something you need to know about Sophie.”

My heart skipped a beat.

I held the folder tighter against my chest.

“What about my daughter?” I asked.

Thomas looked at his wife, Margaret, who was shaking her head.

“Don’t you dare, Thomas,” Margaret whispered.

Thomas ignored her.

“Sophie is not Ethan’s daughter,” Thomas said.

The chapel became so quiet I could hear the hum of the overhead lights.

Sabrina stared at Thomas, her jaw slack.

“What did you say?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

“Ethan is sterile,” Thomas said.

“He has been since he was a teenager.”

Margaret grabbed Thomas’s arm, her manicured nails digging into his skin.

“Thomas, shut your mouth!” she screamed.

Thomas shook her off with a jerk of his shoulder.

“Sophie’s biological father is Julian,” Thomas said.

The name hung in the cold air of the chapel.

Julian.

Ethan’s estranged brother who had disappeared five years ago.