Julian: What is this page, Clara? What did she do?
Clara: She forged my name on the entire Vance Family Trust three days after my accident. She took forty million dollars from my inheritance while I was put in a medically induced coma.
Julian: Victoria... is this true?
Bride: No! It's a lie! My father's lawyers set up that account legally!
Clara: Your father's lawyers paid off the hospital director in Switzerland to keep me asleep so I could never claim my seat on the board of directors!
The crowd of high-society guests began murmuring loudly, pulling out their smartphones to record the intense confrontation happening in the center of the room.
Guest 1: Did she just say forty million dollars?!
Guest 2: Look at Victoria's face... she looks completely guilty!
Julian: You told me Clara died in the hospital, Victoria! You brought me her death certificate!
Bride: She was brain dead, Julian! The doctors said she was never going to wake up! I just took what our family needed to save the firm!
Julian: You lied to me for two whole years! I mourned her every single day!
Clara: She didn't just lie to you, Julian. She was the one who cut the brake lines on my sedan before I drove over the mountain pass.
A collective gasp echoed across the grand hall as Julian froze, dropping the leather ledger onto the carpet as he stared at Victoria with pure hatred.
Julian: You... tried to kill her...?
Bride: She's making it up! There's no proof of that! It was just a rainy night and a bad accident!
Clara: The mechanic who tampered with my car signed a full confession to the federal investigators two hours ago, Victoria.
Bride: What... what did you say?
Clara: Federal agents are standing in the lobby right now. The doors are locked from the outside.