Two minutes later, the door slammed open against the wall.
Our father walked in, followed by two stern security officers.
He took one look at Sarah's torn dress and gasped in shock.
He immediately put his arm around Sarah to shield her safely.
Father: What happened in this room?
Sarah: Mark tried to steal the house deed, Dad.
Mark: That is an absolute lie, sir!
Father: Quiet down and let me look at those papers.
My father snatched the legal document from my aunt's hands.
He read through the first three paragraphs with heavy eyebrows raised.
His face turned dark red as he processed the hidden legal clauses.
He had spent forty years working as a corporate defense attorney.
He knew every trick in the book when it came to property fraud.
Father: This is a fake transfer agreement with a fraudulent notary stamp.
Jessica: Are you completely sure, Dad?
Father: I know my own late wife's signature, and this is forged.
Mark took a slow step backward toward the open hallway door.
The security officers moved quickly to block his escape route.
Mark looked around the room like a trapped animal in a cage.
The polished mask of the perfect groom had fallen off completely.
Mark: I spent thousands of dollars planning this lavish event!
Jessica: You spent my mother's life insurance money!
Mark: You would have never known if she didn't dig around!
I felt a tear slip down my face, ruining my heavy wedding makeup.
The pain in my chest was sharper than any knife.
I looked at the man I almost tied my life to forever.