PART 2: THE RECKONING AT THE EDGE
I didn’t panic or cry as I trod water in my heavy, soaked gown. Instead, I calmly reached down and unzipped the waterproof leather pouch I had worn strapped securely around my thigh.
I climbed up the pool stairs with slow, deliberate grace, squeezing the water from my heavy veil while two hundred guests watched in stunned, absolute silence.
Theo’s laughter slowly died out as he watched me pull out a thick stack of laminated legal documents and a small, sleek flash drive from the sealed pouch.
I stepped directly in front of him, soaked from head to toe, and handed the flash drive to the sound technician who was standing frozen beside the DJ booth.
“Play track four,” I said into the microphone, my voice echoing clearly across the entire estate garden.
Theo’s face drained of all color as the sound system suddenly roared to life with a recorded conversation from just three nights prior.
(The secret recording is about to ruin everything Theo worked for! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
