The Truth in Front of Everyone
Catherine leaned forward, squinting at the screen. Her hand flew to her chest.
“What is this?” she whispered.
Jake shot to his feet. “What is this?!” he barked.
“This,” I said calmly, “is the wedding you planned. Just with your mistress, not me.”
Gasps rippled around the table. Maya stepped forward and dropped a stack of printed text screenshots next to the bread basket.
“In case anyone needs context,” she said.
Catherine flipped through the pages. The color drained from her face.
“Jake,” she whispered. “Tell me this isn’t real.”
“We didn’t know how to tell Tamara,” he said quickly. “Things changed. It got complicated. We—”
“So instead of ending things like a decent human being,” I cut in, “you let me plan your wedding with her? Using my savings?”
