I showed him the photos and explained what had happened.
His hands began to tremble.
“Why would she —?”
“Because she thought I wouldn’t tell you. She thought you’d pick silence.
Or her. She’s threatened by me.”
He stood there, stunned.
I touched his arm. “You don’t need to do anything.
I just wanted you to know the truth.”
He didn’t say much then. Just nodded slowly. But I could tell something had shifted.
At the reception, I kept to myself as much as possible.
I smiled at the guests, chatted with old friends, and tried to keep the day from unraveling.
Then Robert tapped his glass.
The room fell silent.
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