I watched Mabel throw herself into Guy's arms, tears streaming prettily down her cheeks, and my stomach turned.
Guy soothed the woman clinging to him, then walked to the center of the banquet hall. He picked up a microphone, gazed at Mabel with eyes full of adoration, and spoke for every person in the room to hear.
"The only woman who will ever be my wife is Mabel. Amber Fox was always the interloper."
Just like that, the crowd's judgment swiveled onto me.
I watched the two of them with frozen eyes. Nothing stirred inside me anymore.
But when I heard the word interloper, I still smiled.
Interloper?
I met you when I was eighteen. I married you when I was twenty-two. Was I intruding on your little underground affair?
I couldn't be bothered to argue. I walked straight up to Mabel and demanded through clenched teeth, "Where is my mother's body?"
Mabel's lips curled in triumph. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and wrenched my head down, her voice dripping with venom. "Your mother? She's already been burned to ash. You want her? Go pick her up from the funeral home yourself."
A violent tremor ripped through my body. I said nothing. I tore myself free of her grip and ran for the exit.