I felt physically sick.
“There’s more,” Megan said softly.
She reached into Claire’s desk drawer and pulled out a thick envelope.
“She told me if anything happened to her… I had to give you everything.”
Everything.
That word suddenly terrified me.
Inside the envelope were printed screenshots.
Bank transfers.
Call logs.
Photos.
One picture showed Ryan kissing my mother outside a restaurant parking garage.
Another showed them entering the same hotel from the video.
The dates stretched back months.
Maybe longer.
I couldn’t feel my hands anymore.
“This has to be fake,” I whispered weakly.
But deep down…
I already knew it wasn’t.
Because suddenly Claire’s behavior made sense.
Why she hated Ryan.
Why she begged me to cancel the wedding.
Why she looked at my mother strangely during dress fittings.
Why she kept trying to talk to me alone.
