My ex swallowed.
“You said you left because she was the problem.”
Eli paused.
“But you never told everyone what happened before you left.”
My heart began pounding.
I had no idea what Eli had brought.
I had no idea what he knew.
And judging by my ex-husband’s expression, neither did anyone else in that ballroom.
Then Eli reached inside the box and pulled out a small object.
My ex immediately whispered:
“Where did you get that?”
Eli looked toward me.
Then back at his father.
“You left it at our house.”
The room became completely silent.
My ex’s bride stared at him.
His parents exchanged frightened looks.
And suddenly, the expensive flowers, champagne, waterfront view, and carefully constructed image of a perfect new beginning didn’t seem so perfect anymore.
Because my son hadn’t walked to that microphone to embarrass his father.
He had walked there because he had finally decided that the truth deserved a place at the table, too.
