“Looking into him? Why?” I asked, dread creeping into my voice.
“David isn’t who he claims to be,” Robert revealed, his words heavy. “He’s been linked to financial scams across multiple states. The investigator had gathered enough evidence to suggest he’s involved in fraudulent activities.”
The revelation hit me like a punch. Memories of David’s interactions flashed through my mind. My sister, Jessica, standing at the altar, unaware of the deception.
“But they seemed so in love,” I whispered, disbelief and fear warring inside me.
“That’s the troubling part,” Robert admitted softly. “Maybe he really loves her, but the evidence can’t be ignored.”
Silence settled again, thick and heavy. I felt anger, fear, and sorrow—the day’s joy tainted by uncertainty.
“I just want to protect her,” I said, my voice trembling.
“We will,” Robert assured me, firm and steady. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. You’re not alone.”
As we drove further from the wedding and into the unknown, I clung to his words, hoping that uncovering the truth would safeguard my sister and allow love, in its truest form, to prevail.
