I stood beside my sister’s coffin, one hand on the tiny casket ribbon meant for the baby she never got to hold, when her husband walked in with his mistress on his arm. My blood ran cold. ‘You really thought I wouldn’t find out?’ I said, flashing my badge. For weeks, I’d gathered every lie, every message, every trace of blood. And when I exposed him in front of everyone, his smile vanished—but that was only the beginning. – True Stories
The screen changed again. Bank transfers. Hotel receipts. A message from Celeste: Once she signs the insurance papers, we leave. Daniel’s reply: She won’t sign. I’ll handle it.
The chapel erupted.
Daniel shouted over them, “Fake! All of it is fake!”
I stepped close enough that only the front rows could hear me. “Maya recorded you.”
