The Boy Who Ruined My Perfect Wedding Uncovered My Wife's Darkest Secret
Previously: When a ragged young boy crashed a wealthy estate's banquet to warn the host about his new bride, a shocking discovery in her purse changed everything.
With trembling fingers, George unzipped the soft leather handbag. Inside, nestled beside her expensive lipstick and compact mirror, was a small, amber glass vial filled with a clear liquid, and a folded photograph. George pulled the photo out first. His heart turned to lead. The picture showed Vivienne in a passionate embrace with Arthur Pendelton—George’s fiercest business rival and a man who had spent the last decade trying to ruin him. The date stamped on the back of the photo was from just two weeks ago.
"What is the meaning of this, Vivienne?" George asked, his voice dangerously low.
Vivienne stumbled backward, her elegant composure completely shattered. She looked around at the whispering guests, her eyes darting like a trapped animal. Before she could construct a lie, Sam spoke up, his voice ringing clearly across the silent garden.
"She’s a liar!" Sam shouted. "She hired my older brother, Leo, to get that chemical for her! But when Leo found out she wanted to poison you, he refused. Her men locked him up in a warehouse by the docks to keep him quiet. I only escaped through a broken window to find you!"
The revelation sent shockwaves through the banquet. George looked at the vial, then at the woman he had just sworn to love forever.
"Thomas, call the police and have them secure this entire estate," George ordered coldly. "Nobody leaves. Especially not her."
Ignoring Vivienne’s tearful pleas, George grabbed Sam’s hand. He knew he couldn't wait for the police to find the boy's brother. They rushed to George's SUV, speeding away from the ruined celebration toward the industrial district. But as they neared the docks, George’s phone rang. It was an unknown number. He put it on speaker.
"I see you didn't finish your meal, George," Arthur Pendelton’s voice sneered through the speakers. "But if you ever want to see this boy's brother alive, you’ll sign over your entire real estate portfolio to me by midnight. If you call the cops, the boy dies."
”If you call the cops, the boy dies."