“But theft isn’t the reason those doors are locked,” he said quietly. “We should discuss what investigators discovered underneath my car.”

The cathedral fell silent again.

“You believed tampering with the brake lines would go unnoticed,” Ethan said coldly. “Unfortunately for you, my security team upgraded the garage surveillance system.”

Security footage appeared on the screen.

Timestamped.

Crystal clear.

At two in the morning three nights before the crash, Vivian appeared beneath Ethan’s car inside the private garage.

The entire church erupted.

People shouted.

Some backed away from Vivian like she was dangerous.

“You murdered me for money,” Ethan’s voice thundered through the cathedral. “Money I had already transferred into an irrevocable trust for Emily and our son weeks earlier. You killed me for nothing.”

Vivian collapsed onto the floor screaming.

“It’s fake!” she shrieked hysterically. “He fabricated it!”