My brother’s wedding planner called: “Your family canceled your invitation. They said you’re not family anymore.” I stayed quiet, then smiled. “Is that so?” What they forgot was simple—the $65,000 deposit they bragged about wasn’t theirs to keep. I own the venue, the catering company, and the hotel chain they booked. At 6 p.m., their dream wedding collapsed with one email: CANCELLED — FUNDS RETURNED TO ORIGINAL PAYER. They thought they erased me. Instead, they erased themselves. It was a Tuesday