“You thought I would marry you only if you stole from your mother?”
“I thought your father would destroy me.”
Roland’s eyes narrowed.
“Choose your words carefully.”
Daniel turned toward him.
“No. I’m done choosing them carefully.”
Something in his voice made everyone still.
He faced the guests, then his mother.
“You told me the property deal had to happen before the wedding. You said if I didn’t get control of the land, you would make sure Tiffany’s family took everything.”
Roland’s expression became flat.
“You are confused.”
“You told me you had people at the bank.”
“Daniel.”
“You told me you could make the loans disappear if the parcel came through your company.”
“That was a business discussion.”
“You told me Margaret would never notice because she trusted me.”
Tiffany stared at her father.
“Dad.”
Roland’s face hardened.
“You are destroying your own life because you are too weak to accept responsibility.”
Daniel laughed once, without humor.
“You taught me that.”
Roland stepped forward.
Daniel raised his phone.
“I recorded the meetings.”
The ballroom seemed to stop breathing.
Roland’s eyes shifted to the phone.
“When?”
“Every time you asked me to sign something.”
“You had no right.”
