Part Two of the Story… 
Uncovering a dark family secret
The screen flickered to life, the harsh light reflecting off the glass desk in Megan’s quiet office. My hands trembled so violently that I almost dropped the unfamiliar device. The video file was dated just two days before my wedding.
The footage was shaky, shot from what looked like a parked car across the street from a secluded upscale restaurant. The camera zoomed in on a couple sitting by the window. It was Ryan. He was laughing, his arm draped casually over the back of the chair of a woman whose face was turned away from the camera. A moment later, she turned, and my chest tightened. It was a woman I had never seen before, but the intimacy between them was undeniable. They weren’t just sharing a casual meal; the way he leaned in to kiss her cheek, the way she handed him a thick manila envelope, spoke of a deep, secretive connection.
Then, the audio kicked in. Claire must have been using a high-powered directional microphone, a piece of equipment she occasionally used for her investigative research work.
“Is everything ready for the wedding?” the woman’s voice asked, sharp and calculated.
“Don’t worry,” Ryan’s voice replied, chilled and devoid of the warmth he always used with me. “Alice has no idea. The prenuptial agreement she signed doesn’t cover the family trust inheritance if we are legally married for at least twenty-four hours before any unexpected separation. Once the paperwork is finalized on the wedding day, the access codes to her family’s offshore accounts become joint property.”
“And your debt?” the woman asked.
