Mark took a slow step back as his face turned pale white.
Mark: Claire, please, we can talk about this in private.
Claire: We have nothing private left to discuss ever again.
Mark: What about our home and our financial plans together?
Claire: You mean my family's money that you tried to steal?
Mark reached into his pocket to grab his phone nervously.
Mark: I was going to tell you everything after the ceremony!
Claire: Do not lie to my face ever again!
Claire took out her own phone from her bridal clutch bag.
She dialed a number speed-dialed right at the top of her list.
Claire: Hello, Arthur? Cancel every transfer to Mark's account immediately.
Arthur was her family's corporate lawyer and trusted friend.
Mark's eyes widened in sheer horror as he heard her speak.
Mark: Claire, wait! You can't do that to my business!
Claire: Watch me strip away every single thing you tried to take.
She hung up the phone and looked back at Sarah.
Claire: Sarah, how long ago did he drain your savings account?
Sarah: Exactly fourteen days ago, right before he moved into your condo.
Claire: He used your money to pay for his designer wedding suit.
Leo hid his small face behind his mother's shoulder.
Mark grabbed the edge of the car door with shaky hands.
Mark: Sarah, you ruined everything I worked so hard to build!
Claire: You built a house of cards on lies and theft, Mark!
Claire: You took advantage of my trust and Sarah's devotion.
Mark: I loved you, Claire! That part was completely real!
Claire: You don't love anyone except yourself and money.
Several wedding guests stepped out onto the chapel porch to watch.
Claire's father walked down the stairs with a stern, dangerous look.
He carried Mark's leather briefcase that had been left in the dressing room.
Father: Is this man bothering you, Claire?
Claire: Dad, look at these marriage records from three years ago.
Her father took the papers and read them with growing fury.
He glared at Mark with eyes full of absolute contempt.
Father: You came into my house and pretended to be an honest man.
Mark: Sir, it was a complicated financial situation, I swear!
Father: You are an absolute disgrace.
Her father handed the briefcase to Mark by throwing it onto the dirt.
The leather bag burst open, scattering financial files everywhere.
Claire noticed several bank statements from off-shore accounts among the papers.
Claire: What are these offshore accounts, Mark?
Mark dropped to his knees to gather the fluttering papers frantically.
Mark: Those are private business records that belong to my firm!
Claire: No, those are the records of money you hid from Sarah and me.
Sarah stepped out of the car, looking at the scattered papers in shock.
Sarah: That is where all our family money went.
Claire: We are going to make sure every dollar is returned to you, Sarah.
Mark looked up from the dirt, looking completely defeated and small.