Victor stepped forward and lowered his voice.
“Let’s take this into a private room. There are important people here.”
Caleb looked around the ballroom.
Some guests were pretending not to listen.
Others had stopped pretending altogether.
At the far end of the room, the wedding videographer still held his camera.
Caleb faced Victor.
“My mother was publicly humiliated in front of everyone here. If you want privacy now, you should have thought about that before your daughter tried to throw her out.”
Sabrina’s expression twisted.
“She ruined our wedding!”
“No,” Caleb answered. “You did.”
The words struck harder than shouting.
I saw Sabrina’s lower lip tremble, but her eyes remained furious.
She reached for Caleb’s hand.
“We’re married now. We need to stand together.”
He pulled away.
“Then tell me the truth.”
For several seconds, she said nothing.
Finally, she whispered, “My father needed the property to complete the development.”
Victor’s face drained of color.
“Sabrina.”
She turned on him.
“Don’t you dare act surprised. You told me we were running out of time.”
A low murmur moved through the room.
Victor lifted both hands.
“That’s enough.”
But Sabrina had already lost control of her carefully polished performance.
“You said the investors would walk away unless we secured the access road. You said Irene was being unreasonable.”
Caleb stared at her.
“So you forged her signature?”
