“You really thought this would stay hidden forever?”
The groom’s throat tightened.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” he said weakly.
She tilted her head.
“It never is.”
She opened her purse and placed a thick folder onto the table.
The sound echoed like a verdict.
Photos spilled out. Contracts. Bank transfers. Secret signatures. Proof of betrayal.
Then a photo slid forward.
The fiancée picked it up.
Her breath stopped.
It showed him—intimate, unfaithful, just days ago.
Silence broke.
Then chaos.
The fiancée screa
