I didn’t realize how dangerous they were.
On our wedding day, everything looked beautiful. Soft lights, cream-colored flowers, a perfect setting.
But something felt off. A tightness in my chest I couldn’t explain.
At one point, I slipped away to the restroom just to breathe.
While I stood there, a woman walked in and approached me directly.
“Are you connected to Richard?” I asked.
She leaned in and whispered, “Check the bottom drawer of his desk before your honeymoon… or you’ll regret it.”
Then she left.
I tried to ignore it. Told myself there had to be a reasonable explanation.
But that night, after Richard fell asleep, I quietly went to his study.
My hands shook as I opened the bottom drawer.
