I waved my hand in dismissal. I didn't want to look at the gown for another second. I swiped my card, then told the staff to burn it right there in front of me. Out of sight, out of mind.
The firelight played across my face. By the time it was over, dusk had settled in, and I went home alone.
Days of insomnia had left me in a fog. I'd just brewed a pot of coffee and was about to sit down when my phone started buzzing nonstop.
An unknown account sent me photos. I stared at them, transfixed, and didn't notice the coffee cup slipping from my hands until it shattered on the floor.
A shard of glass sliced into my shin. I didn't feel it.
In the photos, silky hair spilled across Frederick's back. The dim lighting only made the outline of their bodies more unmistakable.
The diamond ring on her hand glinted so brightly it was impossible to ignore. My eyes went wide when I spotted the vanity box I'd always treasured sitting on the table behind them. It used to live in the passenger seat of his car.
The video was grainy, but the audio was crystal clear.
"When are you going to go public with me? I'm the one who sent her that recording. Time she learned her place."