At 3:20, Rachel entered my hospital room carrying a tablet.
“Do you want to watch?”
I hesitated, then nodded.
The hotel had agreed to preserve its security footage after receiving the court order.
Marcus had also provided investigators with video showing my family leaving my penthouse while I remained inside calling for help.
At 3:47, Ethan walked into the ballroom wearing his tuxedo and smiling like a king.
Dad clapped him on the shoulder.
Mom adjusted his boutonniere.
Chloe approached them in her wedding gown.
Then three plainclothes investigators entered through the ballroom doors.
Ethan’s smile vanished.
Reeves walked toward him.
“Ethan Morgan?”
Dad stepped between them.
“Whatever this is, it can wait.”
“No,” Reeves said. “It can’t.”
He informed Ethan that he was being arrested in connection with the assault and the fraudulent property documents.
Another investigator served Dad with a warrant related to the forgery scheme.
Mom began shouting.
