Five months before my wedding, I caught my fiancé sitting with my younger sister on his lap.

The meeting was set for ten o'clock at The Black Orchid, an exclusive, dim-lit lounge near the Port Mercy docks known for housing discreet business deals.

Cole sat in a corner booth, sweating profusely through his wrinkled dress shirt. Tessa sat beside him, nervously sipping a cheap cocktail, checking her reflection in her phone every two minutes.

Across from them sat Mr. Vance—acting under cover—and a representative from the state financial crimes unit posing as a wealthy black-market buyer.

"You're sure these land deeds are clear of encumbrances?" the buyer asked, flipping through the forged paperwork Cole had laid on the table.

"100% clear," Cole lied, leaning in desperate, his eyes bloodshot. "My ex-fiancée surrendered her rights to the property when she broke the engagement. I have the power of attorney right here."

"Fifty thousand dollars in cash," Tessa chimed in greedily. "That’s all we want tonight. You take the deeds, we take the cash, and we leave town."

"Fifty thousand sounds like a steal for stolen property," a deep, resonant voice echoed from the shadowed entrance of the VIP section.

Cole froze. Tessa dropped her glass, sending liquor splashing across the table.

Adrian stepped into the light, flanked by four uniformed officers from the Port Mercy Police Department and two federal agents. I stepped out right behind him, wearing a sharp tailored suit, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Adrian!" Cole gasped, scrambling out of the booth, his knees knocking against the table. "Emma! What is this?!"

"This, Cole, is the second count of federal wire fraud and attempted sale of stolen state assets," the lead federal agent announced, pulling a pair of handcuffs from his belt. "Cole Marston, Tessa Miller, you are both under arrest."

"No! No!" Tessa shrieked, kicking wildly as an officer grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the booth. "I didn't do anything! It was Cole! Cole told me to sign the papers! He promised me millions!"

"Tessa, shut up!" Cole yelled, struggling against the cuffs snapping around his wrists. "Emma, please! Tell them to stop! I’m your family! I was your fiancé!"

I walked over to the booth, looking down at the man who had tried to ruin my life.

"You stopped being my family five months ago, Cole," I said, my voice steady and cold as ice. "And you were never man enough to be my fiancé."

As the officers dragged Cole and Tessa out of the lounge, screaming and fighting against their restraints, the remaining patrons stared in absolute shock.