“Yes.”
Chloe went pale. “Inquiry into what?”
“Identity misrepresentation. Financial concealment. Fraud implications if any documents were signed under false pretenses.”
My father took a step back as if the word itself might stain him.
I should have felt vindicated, but the feeling that came was stranger. Relief, yes. Anger, obviously. But beneath all of it was grief. Not just for Ethan. Not just for the engagement. For the raw fact that my own family had looked at my absence—months spent coordinating vaccine deliveries and rural clinic supplies halfway across the world—and decided it was an opportunity. Not a sacrifice. Not meaningful work. An opening.
“You always did this,” I said softly, mostly to my parents. “Every time Chloe wanted something, the rules shifted.”
My mother shook her head through tears. “That’s not fair.”
“At sixteen, she wrecked my car and you told the insurance company I had been driving. At nineteen, she maxed out the emergency credit card Grandma left for both of us and you asked me not to make a scene because she was ‘under stress.’ At twenty-four, she flirted with Ethan at our engagement dinner and you called me insecure when I objected.”
Chloe rolled her eyes automatically, then stopped when she realized no one was on her side anymore.
“You’re so dramatic,” she muttered.
I looked at her. “And you’re finally out of excuses.”
Ethan pushed away from the wall. “Savannah, I need to tell you something before this gets even uglier.”
That caught my attention. “Uglier?”
He nodded once. “Daniel isn’t the only one under investigation.”
Even Chloe went still.
Ethan continued, “Two weeks ago, my firm was contacted about a property transfer request attached to your name.”
“My name?”
“Yes. A request involving a marriage-related transfer of assets through a shell LLC.”
I stared at him. “That makes no sense.”
“It does if someone planned to use your identity after the wedding.”
I turned very slowly toward Chloe.
