I reached out and grabbed the papers straight from Sarah's hands.
The bold black letters across the top made my eyes burn.
It was a full transfer of our mother's house to an off-shore company.
Mark's signature was clearly written at the very bottom line.
My mind raced as I tried to make sense of the words.
Jessica: This cannot be real, Sarah.
Sarah: He planned this whole marriage just for the estate.
Jessica: You are lying because you envy my happiness!
Anger rushed through me faster than I could control it.
I grabbed Sarah's arm to push her out toward the hallway.
In the struggle, her thin dress snagged on my wedding ring.
The delicate blue fabric ripped open right along the side seam.
Sarah stumbled back against the vanity chair with a soft cry.
My two aunts gasped in absolute shock at the sight.
Sarah: Please, help me!
Jessica: You are dead to me!
Jessica: You plan to ruin everything today!
The room door suddenly burst open with a loud thud.
Mark stood in the doorway looking sharp and handsome in his tuxedo.
His eyes swept across the room and locked onto the torn paper.
His jaw tightened into a hard, angry line instantly.
Mark: What is going on in here right now?
Jessica: Tell me this paper is a complete fake, Mark!
Mark did not answer me right away.
He took a slow step forward and clenched his fists tightly.
The bright light from the window showed every line on his face.
He looked at my pregnant sister with pure rage in his eyes.
Mark: How could you do this?!
Sarah: Because I know the truth about your debts!
Sarah held her stomach and sobbed softly on the chair.
A tiny scratch on her cheek was red against her pale skin.
I looked back and forth between my sister and my groom.
The air in the room felt heavy and impossible to breathe.