The four of them sat by the sofa, watching me with worried faces.
I looked at them for a long moment, then told them everything. Benedict's affair. How he'd tricked me into donating a kidney to his mistress.
When I finished, my mother-in-law shot to her feet.
"That animal!"
"How could he do this to you?"
"Fern, don't be upset. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind right now!"
My mother grabbed her arm to stop her, then turned to me with a cautious look.
"Fern, could there be some kind of misunderstanding?"
My father nodded. "Everyone can see how much that boy loves you. How could he possibly cheat?"
My sister-in-law chimed in, disbelief written all over her face.
"Exactly. You're the only woman my brother has ever loved, his whole life."
"He treasures you more than his own life. Why would he cut out your kidney for some other woman?"
I knew they wouldn't believe me.
So I pulled out the photo I'd secretly taken while following Benedict—the one of that girl.
"What if it was her?"
The moment they saw the photo, all four of them went pale. The certainty drained from their faces in an instant.
"How is this possible?"
"Why would it be her?"