At the front, Naomi’s photo showed her laughing, and that image had always annoyed Elliot because it made her look too simple.
The priest began speaking about kindness and humility, and Elliot lowered his head at the right moments, even forcing tears when needed.
It was a perfect performance, but there was one detail he had not noticed.
A technician near the sound system who kept glancing at the clock.
At exactly 12:17, the music cut off abruptly, and a faint crackle spread through the speakers.
Then Naomi’s voice filled the church, clear and steady.
“Before anyone finishes this prayer, I think we should correct a few things.”
The silence shattered instantly as heads turned in confusion and fear.
Elliot froze, his breath catching as if the air had been pulled from his lungs.
“I know this is inconvenient,” her voice continued calmly, “especially for my husband, who has been preparing for this day for quite some time.”
Rachel’s fingers tightened around her purse while her face drained of color.
From the back, a woman stood up and walked forward with calm precision, holding a folder filled with documents.
“My name is Catherine Doyle,” she said clearly, “and I represent Naomi Graves in all legal and financial matters.”
Elliot turned sharply toward her, his voice already losing control as he said, “What is this supposed to be?”
Catherine handed documents to a notary and a detective who had quietly positioned himself near the entrance.
“This is the beginning of the truth,” she replied, her tone calm and cutting.
Naomi’s voice returned, softer but sharper than before.
“Elliot, you should sit down, because this part is going to cost you everything.”
A screen flickered on near the altar, showing rows of data, call logs, and financial records.
Photos followed, showing Elliot entering hotels with Rachel, leaving casinos late at night, and signing papers tied to illegal debts.
“Turn that off,” Elliot shouted, stepping forward before a detective blocked his path.
Naomi’s voice continued without hesitation.
“It is amazing how much evidence you can collect when someone believes you are too insignificant to notice anything.”
The screen shifted again, revealing the structure of her company and its valuation.
Forty seven million dollars appeared in bold numbers that stunned the entire room.
Elliot stared at it in disbelief, his mind racing to grasp what he had never seen.