Preston placed his hand on the small of my back and we walked into the center of the room with our heads held high. It took less than a minute for the first person to notice the discrepancy and for the whispers to begin echoing through the hall.
“Hi Troy,” I said while smiling at the circle of his old friends who were looking between me and Kelsey with visible confusion. A man in a tailored blazer asked for an introduction and I introduced myself as Troy’s wife of ten years.
The silence that followed was the most satisfying sound I had ever heard in my entire life. I watched the color drain from Troy’s face as I explained that Kelsey was actually my sister and that he had been lying about his marriage for a decade.
Kelsey tried to claim it was all a misunderstanding but I looked at her and reminded her that she had rehearsed my memories in my own house. The room turned against them with a speed that was both brutal and entirely deserved.
Troy tried to tell me I was making a scene but I told him that I was simply providing the truth he had worked so hard to hide. I reached into my clutch and pulled out a thick envelope containing the divorce papers I had signed earlier that morning.