My sister tried to steal the mountain house I built in court—but when the judge asked how many properties I owned, the forged documents exposed a felony that shattered everything.

earlier.

The oak door opened.

A man in a cap and dark jacket stepped inside.

Chris.

Gasps moved through the room.

My father half rose from his seat.

My mother covered her mouth.

The footage showed Chris walking directly to my desk. Opening drawers. Pulling out corporate stationery. Folding pages and concealing them inside his jacket. Then leaving.

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