Mark took the small phone from his daughter's trembling hands.
He pressed play on a short screen video that had captured background audio.
Megan's distinct voice echoed clearly through the quiet room from the speaker.
Megan: Once the marriage certificate is signed, the trust fund money becomes joint property.
Megan: His ex-wife left three million in that trust, and he has no idea I found the clause.
Mark's body went completely still as the audio finished playing.
The silence in the bridal room became heavy and suffocating.
Megan took a step back, her face losing all color in an instant.
Megan: Mark... that isn't what it sounds like, I swear!
Mark: You were planning to access Lily's inheritance before we even stepped onto the altar?
Megan: No! I was talking to a financial planner about protecting our family's future!
Mark: By calling my late wife's trust fund your joint property?
Mark looked down at his daughter, who was clinging to his coat leg.
Mark: You laid hands on my child over a lie, Megan.
Megan: I was just trying to discipline her! She was disobeying me!
Mark: You are not her mother, and you never will be.
Mark held the door wide open and pointed out toward the hallway.
Mark: Get out of this dress and leave this hotel right now.
Megan: Mark, please! Think about what people will say if you cancel now!
Megan: All our friends and business partners are sitting in that ballroom!
Mark: I do not care about the guests' opinions half as much as I care about my daughter.
Megan stood frozen for three seconds before her soft look dissolved into pure rage.
Megan: You're choosing an eight-year-old over your future wife?
Mark: I am choosing honesty over a greedy lie.
Megan snatched her purse off the table and glared at both of them.
Megan: You'll regret this! You can't run this company alone without my contacts!
Mark: Watch me.