Chapter 4

I didn't go home. I didn't even have time to change out of this cumbersome wedding dress. I told the driver to take me straight to the Smith Corporation headquarters.

My phone was blowing up in the car.

My dad's assistant was frantically asking for updates, the media hounding me for interviews, and a bunch of "friends" were sending me fake sympathy texts.

I ignored them all, only picking up when my lawyer, Attorney, called.

"Ms. Smith, everything you asked for has been handled," Zimmer said. "The lawsuit and all the evidence have been submitted, the police have opened a…