Selina picked up the watch. A jagged edge cut into her fingertip, but she didn't seem to notice. "How much did Jared pay you?" Patrick frowned. "What?" "The video, the watch, and those so-called financial records." Selina let out a cold laugh. "He really went to a lot of trouble to ruin my wedding."Three years ago, he stole 50 million dollars from me, sent me divorce papers, and disappeared. Now, three years later, just as I'm about to get married, he hires people to put on this little performance. I'm sure he wants me to believe he's dead, feel guilty about it, and then ruin my wedding." Standing behind her, I suddenly found the whole thing absurd. Apparently, in Selina's eyes, I'd become some kind of all-powerful mastermind. Even after my death, I could somehow transfer 50 million dollars out of her accounts, send the divorce papers, and predict the exact day she'd remarry. She'd rather believe all that than accept that I had loved her more than my own life. Zachary t
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