For a split second, his face drained of all color. The sight of his late twin sister’s dress seemed to strike a deeply buried nerve. However, the expression vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of pure contempt.
“A hospital volunteer?” Caleb let out a harsh, cynical laugh. “Is this some kind of sick joke? My father was an old, senile man suffering from terminal heart failure! She clearly manipulated an incapacitated patient to orchestrate a deathbed marriage scam!”
“I cared for him when he was entirely alone, Caleb,” I said, rising from the chair while holding the red dress securely against my chest. “He was completely lucid when the hospital chaplain married us. He knew precisely what he was doing.”
“We will have this marriage annulled by Monday morning!” Caleb shouted, stepping directly into my personal space with his fists clenched. “You honestly believe you can walk out of a hospital with fourteen million dollars of Vance assets just because you held an old man’s hand for seven days? You are a nobody, Nora. A fraud.”
