Blonde hair.
Tall.
Elegant.
For one insane second, I thought he was cheating on me.
That would have hurt enough.
But then the woman stepped closer to the hallway light—
and I recognized her.
My mother.
The phone nearly slipped from my hands.
“No…” I whispered.
Megan covered her mouth.
“Oh my God.”
The video continued.
My mother touched Ryan’s arm intimately.
Not like family.
Not like comfort.
Like familiarity.
Like history.
Then they disappeared together inside the hotel room.
The recording ended abruptly.
Silence swallowed the office.
I stared at the frozen screen, unable to process what I had just seen.
My mother.
Ryan.
Hotel room.
Three days before our wedding.
