"Actually, it's my car," I replied evenly.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Felicity suddenly stepped in front of me, her expression furious.
She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face.
"Your car? This is clearly my husband's car!
"I've suspected my husband was seeing someone else on the side, and now I find out it's you, you little tramp!
"You shameless gold digger! How dare you show up at my wedding, driving my husband's car to taunt me, the legitimate wife?"
Felicity's words left everyone around us wide-eyed and in disbelief.
"Felicity, is that car really your husband's? No way!" one classmate exclaimed, incredulous.
Felicity puffed up with pride, her chin held high. "Of course, it's real! Why would I lie?"
With that, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through photos of her and Logan.
There were shots of them snuggled up in the car and others of them lounging on the hood, looking cozy and intimate.
The details inside the car and the license plate were unmistakably clear.
The crowd gasped collectively. "Holy crap, it really is Felicity's husband's car! That means Megan must be the other woman!"