“Relax, Mum. I’ve got it under control.”
“I hope so. We’ve worked too hard to let some sentimental girl ruin everything.”
The door opened.
Her heels clicked across the room and disappeared into the corridor.
I remained motionless.
I don’t know how long I stayed beneath that bed. Time became strange. I could hear the ventilation system humming, a car horn far below, and the distant laughter of people leaving the reception.
Eventually, I reached into my little bridal clutch.
My phone was still there.
The recording app was running.
Eleven minutes and forty seconds.
I had started it before hiding because I wanted to capture Grayson’s reaction to my surprise. I had imagined playing it for him on our first anniversary.
Instead, I had recorded my husband’s plan to deceive me, his mother’s role in it, and a conversation about money that neither of them knew I had heard.
