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The envelope held documents signed five years earlier, before Derek ever slid a ring onto my daughter’s finger.
I found my daughter kneeling in the rain, her husband punishing her for buying a new dress. Inside, I could hear her husband and his family laughing
I looked at Martin. “You remember Alden Holdings?”
His face twitched.
Helen blinked. “What nonsense is this?”
“The shell company that owns this house. And Derek’s showroom. And the commercial building where Martin’s firm rents three floors.”
