Mr. David continued as if Bill hadn’t spoken.

“There is a section Grace insisted be read aloud. I’ll begin there.”

He cleared his throat.

“‘To my family, I love you more than words could ever express. If you are hearing this… it means the accident I feared has finally happened.’”

A wave of gasps moved through the church.

Frank stiffened beside me.

Mr. David turned the page.

“‘To my husband, Bill.’”

Every head turned toward the front row.

Bill leaned toward Sharon and whispered something.

“I know about Sharon,” Mr. David continued.

The room erupted in whispers.

Sharon lowered her head. Bill’s face drained of color.

“I’ve known for months,” Mr. David read, “and because I knew… I prepared a farewell gift for you.”

“What kind of circus is this?” Bill snapped.

Mr. David closed the folder.

Then he reached into his briefcase.

The church fell silent as everyone watched him place a black tablet on the podium.

The screen flickered to life.

And suddenly Grace appeared.

“No,” Bill groaned.

“Hi,” Grace said softly. “If you’re watching this, it means I didn’t make it.”

I forgot how to breathe.

Frank squeezed my hand.

Grace smiled sadly.

“Before we get to the surprise, I want to say something important. Mom. Dad. I love you so much. Thank you for everything you did for me. Mom, I prepared something for you. You’ll get it later. You’ll know what to do with it.”

I glanced at Frank, confused. He shrugged.

“Now, Bill,” Grace continued.

Her expression hardened.

“I tried to believe your affair with Sharon was just a mistake,” she said. “But when you cheat on your pregnant wife, it stops being a mistake. Actually… you became the mistake.”

“This is insane—” Bill began, half rising.

“Sit down,” someone hissed behind him.

Bill sat again. Sharon shifted slightly away from him.

“I have receipts and screenshots of your messages,” Grace continued. “I gave them all to my lawyer. Three days ago, I filed for divorce.”

“You what?” Bill barked. Turning to Sharon, he muttered, “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter. It can’t change anything.”

“You haven’t been served yet at the time I’m recording this,” Grace said calmly, “but by the time you see this video, the court will already have the petition.”

Bill looked around the church wildly, as if searching for someone to confirm it wasn’t real.

“This isn’t legal,” he snapped. “It can’t be.”

“But that’s not all.”

Grace tilted her head slightly on the screen, and I swear she looked almost amused.

“You remember the prenup you signed before our wedding, Bill?”

Sharon shot him a sharp look.

“According to that agreement,” Grace continued, “everything I owned before our marriage remains mine. And since I updated my will, all of my assets return to my family. You will inherit nothing.”

“That’s my girl,” Frank muttered under his breath.

“By the time you hear this,” Grace said, “you will only be my husband on paper. And a pretty useless one at that.”

A short laugh echoed through the church before quickly fading.

Grace exhaled.

“To my family and everyone I loved, I’m sorry I interrupted my own funeral like this. I hope one day you’ll understand why. Please remember me with love, and remember Carl. Take care of each other.”

The screen went dark.

For a long moment, no one moved.

No one spoke.

The church seemed to hold its breath.

Then Bill stood and let out a hollow, bitter laugh.