Arthur grabbed Mark by the collar of his white jacket.
Arthur: Speak right now before I call the police!
Elena stepped forward again, her red dress rustling loudly.
Elena: Tell him about the trust fund money, Mark!
Clara looked up through her wet tears in deep confusion.
Clara: What trust fund are you talking about, Elena?
Elena pointed a sharp finger directly at Mark's nervous face.
Elena: Mark only proposed to you because of your inheritance!
Mark: That is a complete lie, Clara, don't listen!
Elena: I found the emails on his laptop last night!
The crowd went completely quiet as the mystery unfolded quickly.
Mark's face turned completely ghost white in front of everyone.
He dropped his hands down to his sides in pure guilt.
Arthur tightened his firm grip on Mark's fancy jacket collar.
Arthur: My daughter's trust fund requires her to be married.
Arthur: You thought you could take control of her estate!
Mark: I really do love her, Arthur, I swear it!
Clara: You lied to me about everything from day one?
Mark could not look Clara in the eyes any longer.
Elena pulled out a stack of printed papers from her purse.
She handed the papers directly to her father, Arthur.
Elena: Read the prenup agreement he tried to fake, Dad.
Arthur scanned the pages quickly with dark, angry eyes.
The truth was out, fully exposed in the bright daylight.