Chapter 2: The First Wife’s Long Memory
The murmurs began—a wave of panic among the elite guests. The Senator, Vanessa’s father, stood up from the front row, his face turning a dangerous shade of crimson.
"Julian," Elena said, her voice rising now, commanding the room. "You thought you could discard us like trash the moment you climbed high enough on the corporate ladder. You thought the small town we left behind would never find you in the high-rises of Manhattan."
Julian scrambled to compose himself. He looked at the bride, his panic-stricken eyes pleading. "Vanessa, darling, please. She’s... she’s unstable. This is a setup! Someone paid her to do this!"
But the evidence was already mounting. The boy, Leo, stood up and walked toward Elena. With a solemn expression far beyond his years, he pulled a small, glowing silver USB drive from his pocket—a stark contrast to the black-tie elegance of the wedding—and placed it into his mother’s hand.
Elena held the drive up, letting the light of the crystal chandeliers catch it.
"This is the recording of the secret board meeting from last year, Julian," Elena announced. "The one where you finalized the embezzlement scheme that funded this very wedding. The one that used the Senator’s own infrastructure to launder money."
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The Senator’s face went from red to ashen. He walked toward the altar, his stride heavy and ominous. "What is she talking about, Julian?"
Julian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The man who had meticulously planned his rise to power, who had charmed his way into the highest echelons of society, realized with a sickening thud that his trap had been sprung from the inside.
