My Sister Flaunted My Ex’s Ring at Our Father’s Funeral, So I Unleashed the Truth

The Reading of the Will

An hour later, the tension in Richard Vance’s mahogany-paneled study was thick enough to cut with a knife. Christine and Lewis sat on the leather sofa, their posture rigid but confident. Christine kept adjusting her ring, ensuring the light caught it. Vanessa sat quietly in an armchair, her veil pushed back, her expression perfectly serene. Emmett took his place behind the massive desk, unfolding the heavy parchment of Richard's final will.

"We don't need to drag this out, Emmett," Lewis said, checking his gold watch. "We all know Richard wanted his legacy preserved. Just read the distribution of the primary estate and the corporate shares so we can sign the transition papers."

Emmett ignored the interruption, adjusting his spectacles. "To my eldest daughter, Vanessa, I leave my deepest gratitude, my love, and the entirety of my personal archives," Emmett began. Christine smirked, whispering something to Lewis about Vanessa getting 'paper scrapbooks.' But Emmett continued, his voice steady and cold. "To my youngest daughter, Christine, I leave the sum of one dollar, along with the contents of safe deposit box 402."

Christine froze. The color drained from her face as she stood up so fast her chair scraped loudly against the hardwood floor. "What? That is a lie! My father would never do that! He promised me half the estate!" she shrieked. Lewis stood up beside her, his chest puffed out. "This is highly irregular. We will contest this in court! Richard was not in his right mind!"

Emmett looked up, his eyes piercing. "Your father was of perfectly sound mind, Lewis. In fact, he spent his final months reviewing the digital forensic reports of his company's server. He discovered that someone had been systematically leaking proprietary acquisition data to your firm. Someone with access to his private study. Namely, his daughter Christine, acting under your direct instruction."