The silence became suffocating.
Caleb raised his phone, turning the screen toward the crowd. “These aren’t rumors,” he said evenly. “They’re legal documents. Public records. Filed years before you ever met Rowan—or our mother. You just chose not to mention them.”
Arthur’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Then Caleb delivered the final blow, his words sharp and unmistakable.
“When exactly were you planning to tell Rowan? After the wedding? After the honeymoon? Or never?”
He turned to his sister.
“You didn’t know,” he said gently. “I understand. He’s skilled at hiding the truth. He tried the same with Mom—but when he couldn’t control her money, he lost interest.”
Rowan rose slowly, her hands shaking as her eyes moved between Arthur and the evidence glowing on the screen. I stepped toward her, but she didn’t look my way.
She stared at Arthur and asked, “Is it true?”
He finally spoke. “I… it’s complicated, my love.”
That was enough.
