Father Thomas: Good God, it is him!
Bride: Father? What does the note say? Who is named on that transfer order?
Father Thomas: It's not just a bank transfer slip... it's a signed confession dated the night before Arthur passed away.
Patricia: That document is a forgery! He was heavily medicated and didn't know what he was signing!
Father Thomas: I administered his last rites that very evening, Patricia. His mind was as clear as crystal.
Bride: Read the exact words out loud so everyone under this tent can hear the truth.
Father Thomas adjusted his reading glasses, his hands trembling slightly as the full weight of the confession sank into his mind.
Father Thomas: "If anything happens to me under this roof, investigate my second wife Patricia for the missing foundation assets."
Patricia: Arthur was paranoid! He accused everyone of plotting against his fortune[cite: 1]!
Father Thomas: There's more. "She forced me to sign the Swiss bank transfer under threat of withholding my heart medication."
A collective gasp ripped through the wedding guests, turning into an angry roar of disbelief and disgust[cite: 1].
Guest: She deliberately withheld his heart medicine just to steal his corporate shares?!
Guest: That's not just embezzlement—that is premeditated murder!
Patricia: You're all lying! The coroner ruled his death a natural cardiac arrest!
Bride: The coroner was on your payroll, Patricia. The federal medical examiner exhumed his body yesterday morning.
Patricia froze, the color draining entirely from her face as her fabricated empire dissolved into thin air[cite: 1].
Patricia: Exhumed...? No... you couldn't have secured a court order that fast[cite: 1].
Bride: My new husband happens to be the head of federal criminal investigations for this district.
Patricia stared up from the grass, finally realizing that her web of lies had trapped her beyond any hope of escape[cite: 1].
Patricia: You set a trap for me... you knew I would attend this wedding to make a scene[cite: 1].
Bride: We gave you enough rope to hang yourself publicly, and you tied the knot yourself.
Father Thomas folded the document carefully, slipping it inside his heavy leather Bible before looking down at the fallen woman.
Father Thomas: May God have mercy on your soul, Patricia, because the federal court system certainly won't.
Patricia: I want my lawyer! I refuse to answer another question without legal representation[cite: 1]!
Bride: Your lawyers are currently sitting in adjoining holding cells downtown.
The wail of approaching sirens cut through the garden air, signaling the arrival of the federal transport vehicles at the estate gates[cite: 1].