“Sweetheart,” he said, smiling for the guests. “Not now.”
My hand was steady.
“Before this dance continues,” I said, my voice sharp enough to cut crystal, “there’s something everyone deserves to know.”
Adrian’s smile tightened. Vanessa’s fingers dug into his shoulder.
They still looked smug.
That was almost charming.
Because neither of them knew that an hour before I walked down the aisle, I had signed papers they had spent two years trying to force me into signing blindly.
Neither of them knew I had read every clause.
Neither of them knew the woman they chose to humiliate in public was not just the bride.
I was also the attorney who had built the trap now closing around them.
You can learn everything you need to know about traitors by watching what they do when they believe shame has frozen you.
Adrian laughed first. He actually laughed.
“Claire,” he said, spreading one hand while still holding Vanessa with the other, “don’t be dramatic. It was a joke.”