My Fiancée Sent My Daughter to Sit in the Bathroom During Our Wedding — When I Found Out Why, I Knew I Had to Teach Her a Lesson

“Maribel told me to stay here,” she said quietly.

My stomach dropped.

“She told you to sit on the bathroom floor?”

Juniper nodded once. “She said I’m not supposed to tell you.”

My pulse began racing. “Why?”

“She said I stick my nose where it doesn’t belong.”

The words made no sense at first.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Juniper glanced nervously at the door. “She was in your office last night,” she said. “She took papers from the blue folder. I saw her.”

My throat tightened. “How many?”
“Three,” Juniper replied. “I counted.”

The blue folder contained important documents—life insurance papers, house records, and legal files I avoided because they reminded me too much of my wife’s death.

I forced my voice to stay gentle.

“You did the right thing telling me.”

Juniper’s lip trembled. “She said if I told you, you’d choose me and she’d lose.”

My heart cracked in half.

“You never keep secrets like that for adults,” I said softly. “Not for anyone.”

Juniper nodded as if committing that rule to memory.

I held out my hand. “Come with me.”

Outside, Maribel stood near the chairs greeting guests, smiling brightly. When she finally noticed me approaching, she waved.