I stood beside him, wearing a deep emerald silk dress, smiling radiantly and playing the part of the proud spouse.
“And now,” I announced smoothly into the microphone, tapping my glass to get everyone’s attention, “before we cut the cake, I want to share a special presentation celebrating Gregory’s hidden talents… and his recent business investments.”
Gregory chuckled warmly, wrapping an arm around my waist, whispering, “Babe, what are you doing? You’re embarrassing me.”
“I think everyone deserves to see,” I replied sweetly.
With a click of a wireless remote in my hand, the living room’s seventy-inch television flickered to life. Instead of a nostalgic montage of baby photos, the screen boldly displayed high-definition security footage of Chloe walking out of our master bathroom in my silk robe, laughing as Gregory handed her a glass of wine.
The room went dead silent. The ambient party music kept playing for a few seconds before someone dropped a fork, the metallic clatter sounding like a gunshot.
