Everything had been recorded. The rules. The demands for my salary. The pressure to transfer my deed. Daniel openly admitting he agreed with all of it.

I looked directly at Daniel. “You signed the prenup two months ago. Remember the clause regarding coercion, financial misconduct, and attempted asset transfers?”

His lips parted.

“You never actually read it, did you?” I asked softly.

Vanessa whispered nervously, “Daniel.”

I continued calmly. “At exactly 2:14 this afternoon, while I was getting ready, someone attempted to access my private investment account using Daniel’s laptop connected to our shared home Wi-Fi.”

“That wasn’t me,” Daniel shot back instantly.

I smiled faintly. “The login attempt triggered two-factor authentication. On my phone. My bank also logged the device ID. My cybersecurity consultant already has the full report.”

His father stood abruptly. “You can’t prove intent.”

“I don’t need to prove anything inside this church,” I replied. “I only need enough evidence to freeze accounts, file reports, and let professionals ask questions under oath.”

The confidence drained from their faces all at once.

I turned toward the priest. “I apologize for the interruption.”

Then I faced the guests. “Anyone who brought gifts will receive them back. Anyone who still wants lunch, please enjoy it. I paid for everything.”

Daniel stepped closer again. “Emily, baby, please. We can fix this.”

“There is no we.”