She Pretended to Be Blind to Catch Her Fiancé Stealing From Her Sister — Then She Rose — Part 3 of 3

The Truth That Set Us Free

I drove straight to my father's house, my hands trembling on the wheel. The sun was setting over the harbor, painting the water in shades of gold and red — but all I saw was Brad's smirk.

My father was in the garden, watering roses as if nothing had happened. When he saw me, he froze.

"Offshore accounts," I said. "What is he talking about?"

He set down the watering can. "Sit down, Sophia."

"I don't want to sit. I want the truth."

My father sighed. "When your mother died, I moved a portion of the estate into offshore accounts to protect it from creditors. But Brad found out about them. He threatened to expose me for tax evasion if I didn't help him marry you."

"You helped him?"

"I didn't know he was dangerous," my father said. "I thought he just wanted security. By the time I realized he was after everything, you were already engaged."

"You let me marry a monster to save yourself."

"No," he said. "I tried to stop it. That's why I gave you that micro-camera. I hoped you'd catch him in the act."

I stared at him, my anger warring with shock. "The camera was your idea?"

"I wanted you to see the truth," he said. "But I never imagined he'd go after Chloe."

I thought about all the times I'd felt alone, yet my father had been watching, trying to protect me in his own twisted way.

"What happens now?" I asked.

"The DA has enough evidence to send Brad away for a long time," my father said. "And I'll take responsibility for the offshore accounts. I'll face the consequences."

I sat down, the weight of it all crashing over me. "I don't know if I can forgive you."

"You don't have to," he said. "But I want to make it right."

Weeks passed. Brad was convicted of fraud and attempted theft. My father turned over the offshore accounts and worked with prosecutors to recover what he could. He faced a fine and probation, but he didn't go to prison.