I Caught My Husband Proposing to My Stepsister at His Gala, Then Froze His Assets—But His Last Phone Call Exposed My Father’s Secret Death…

She arrived wearing cream Chanel and pearls, carrying the scent of expensive perfume and old resentment.

“Clara, darling,” she said, air-kissing beside my cheek. “This whole ordeal with Richard is terrible.”

“Did he pay you before or after he convinced you to question my father’s death?”

Her expression changed so fast I almost felt sorry for her.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

I slid the bank statement across the table.

“Two hundred fifty thousand dollars. Offshore shell company. Traced back to Richard. Tell me what he purchased.”

Her hand shook around her water glass.

“He said you were destroying him,” she whispered. “He said you’d destroy me too.”

“So you helped him imply I killed my father?”

“I never accused you.”