Chapter 5
We didn’t go into the ballroom.
Ethan was in there telling our guests the wedding was canceled.
I couldn’t face him yet.
Instead, Mark, Mom, Rebecca, Madison, Robert, and I went into the bridal suite.
I locked the door.
The room looked absurd.
Champagne.
Flowers.
Makeup brushes.
A white satin robe with BRIDE embroidered across the back.
My laptop sat beside the mirror.
I looked at the USB drive.
Mark said, “We should give that to the police.”
Robert nodded.
“If David was involved in fraud, opening it could complicate things.”
Madison looked guilty.
“I copied the files.”
Everyone stared at her.
She swallowed.
“I’m a computer science major.”
Despite everything, Mark almost smiled.
Robert did not.
“You copied them where?”
“To cloud storage.”
He sighed.
“You really are David’s daughter.”
Madison flinched.
Robert immediately regretted it.
“That came out wrong.”
She looked down.
“I know what you meant.”
I didn’t like the way she said it.
I touched her arm.
“You’re not him.”
She looked at me.
“You’ve known me for fifteen minutes.”
“Long enough to know you came here instead of protecting his lie.”
Her eyes filled.
Rebecca looked away, crying quietly.
I set the USB drive down.
“Robert is right. We don’t touch it.”
Mark nodded.
“Good.”
I studied his face.
“But why did you look scared?”
“I didn’t.”
“Truth.”
He looked at me.
I raised an eyebrow.
“You promised.”
He exhaled.
“Because David called my office two weeks ago asking questions about my life insurance.”
My blood went cold.
Mom whispered, “What?”
Mark nodded.
“My assistant thought he was pretending to be a financial adviser.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I thought he was fishing for financial information.”
Robert frowned.
“What exactly did he ask?”
“My policy amount. Beneficiaries. Whether the company carried key-man insurance on me.”
Robert’s expression changed.
“That’s specific.”
“I know.”
Mom gripped Mark’s arm.
“Why would he care?”
Nobody answered.
Then Rebecca slowly sat down.
“I might know.”
We all looked at her.
She closed her eyes.
“David asked me about life insurance last month.”
Madison whispered, “Mom.”
Rebecca looked sick.
“He said we should update our policies.”
“What did he ask?” Robert said.
“My coverage amount.”
She swallowed.
“And whether suicide voided the policy.”
The room went silent.
I felt nauseous.
Robert immediately said, “Nobody jumps to conclusions.”
But he already had.
So had I.
Mark crossed the room and picked up his phone.
“I’m calling the officer.”
Ten minutes later, two detectives were on their way upstairs.
While we waited, I finally looked at my phone.
Forty-three missed calls.
More than a hundred texts.
My best friend, Lena, had sent twenty of them.
The latest said:
PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE SAFE.
Another said:
Someone posted the arrest.
I opened social media.
Ethan’s cousin had uploaded a blurry video.
David shouting.
Police handcuffing him.
Me in my wedding dress in the background.
The caption read:
Craziest wedding ever.
It already had thousands of views.
My stomach dropped.
“Turn it off,” Mom said.
I did.
But the damage was done.
This was no longer just our disaster.
It belonged to strangers.
A knock came at the door.
Lena rushed in.
She hugged me so hard I nearly lost my balance.
“Oh my God.”
Then she saw everyone else.
“Who are they?”
I pointed.
“Biological father’s wife.”
Rebecca gave an exhausted wave.
“Half sister.”
Madison nodded.
“Uncle who investigated my childhood kidnapping.”
Lena stared at me.
“I was gone thirty-five minutes.”
I started laughing.
So did Madison.
Then Rebecca laughed.
Then Mom.
It was horrible.
It was inappropriate.
It was exactly what we needed.
The laughter lasted less than a minute.
Then another knock came.
Two detectives entered with Robert.
The first was Detective Alvarez.
She listened while Madison explained the USB drive.
Then she placed it into an evidence bag.
“We’ll examine it.”
I asked, “Can you tell us what’s on it?”
“If it’s relevant and we’re allowed to.”
Mark said, “David asked about my insurance.”
Alvarez’s expression stayed neutral.
But her questions became sharper.
“When?”
Mark told her.
She wrote everything down.
Rebecca explained David’s questions too.
Then the detective looked at me.
“When did Mr. Mercer reestablish contact with you?”
“Three months ago.”
“How?”
“Facebook.”
“Who initiated it?”
“He did.”
“What did he say?”
I closed my eyes.
“He said he had been searching for me.”
“Did he ask about Mr. Henderson?”
“Yes.”
“How soon?”
I thought about it.
“First conversation.”
Mark looked surprised.
“What did he ask?”
I felt ashamed.
“Whether Mark was still married to Mom.”
Mom frowned.
“Anything else?”
“What he did for work.”
Mark’s jaw tightened.
“Whether he owned his company.”
Rebecca looked down.
Detective Alvarez continued.
“Did he ask about insurance?”
“No.”
“Banking?”
“No.”
“Property?”
I hesitated.
“Yes.”
Mark stared at me.
“He asked whether the lake house belonged to Mark.”
My mother whispered, “Claire.”
“I didn’t think anything of it.”
Alvarez said, “You had no reason to.”
That helped more than she knew.
She asked a few more questions.
Then she and her partner left.
The room fell silent again.
I looked at the clock.
2:17 p.m.
I was supposed to have been married for more than an hour.
“Where’s Ethan?” I asked.
Lena hesitated.
My stomach dropped.
“What?”
“He’s downstairs.”
“Doing what?”
“His family is leaving.”
I stood.
“I need to talk to him.”
Lena blocked me.
“Maybe change first.”
I looked down at the dress.
For the first time all day, I hated it.
It had taken six fittings.
It had cost more than my first car.
And suddenly it felt like a costume from someone else’s life.
“Help me.”
Lena and Mom unbuttoned the back.
I changed into the white rehearsal dress I had worn the night before.
When I stepped into the hallway, Mark followed.
I turned.
“I need to do this alone.”
He nodded.
No argument.
I found Ethan near the hotel entrance.
His parents were loading bags into a car.
His mother saw me first.
Her lips tightened.
That hurt.
She had always loved me.
Or I thought she did.
Ethan turned.
His face looked exhausted.
“Can we talk?”
He looked at his parents.
His father nodded.
They walked away.
Ethan and I stood near a quiet corner of the lobby.
I crossed my arms.
He put his hands in his pockets.
Neither of us knew how to begin.
Finally I said, “I’m sorry.”
He looked down.
“I know.”
“I shouldn’t have said I couldn’t trust you in front of everyone.”
“But you meant it.”
“I meant it in that moment.”
“That’s not better.”
“No.”
He looked at me.
“You asked me six months ago to promise that we wouldn’t keep secrets.”
“I remember.”
“And last night I kept one.”
“Yes.”
“I thought I had a good reason.”
“That’s what everyone says.”
His jaw tightened.
“I am not David.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“But today I got put in the same pile as everybody who failed you.”
I felt tears coming.
“You’re right.”
He looked surprised.
“I was overwhelmed.”
“You’re allowed to be.”
“But I punished you for it.”
He was silent.
I stepped closer.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
His face softened.
“But?”
“But I still don’t know if we should get married today.”
He laughed sadly.
“Claire, there is no today anymore.”
I looked at him.
“The officiant left.”
My heart sank.
“The band packed up.”
He nodded.
“Most of the guests are gone.”
I closed my eyes.
It was over.
Ethan stepped closer.
“I don’t want to marry you because there’s a deposit.”
I opened my eyes.
“I want to marry you when you can look at me and know you’re choosing me.”
“I do choose you.”
“Then why didn’t you trust me enough to let me help you through this?”
That cut deep.
I didn’t have an answer.
He nodded slowly.
“That’s what I thought.”
He started to leave.
I grabbed his hand.
“Ethan.”
He stopped.
“I need time.”
His eyes met mine.
“So do I.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know.”
Fear surged through me.
“Are we still together?”
He looked at my hand holding his.
Then at me.
“I love you.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He gave me the saddest smile I had ever seen.
“Now you know how that feels.”
Then he gently removed his hand.
And walked away.
I stood there long after the doors closed behind him.
Mark found me ten minutes later.
He didn’t say anything.
He sat beside me on a lobby sofa.
I leaned my head on his shoulder.
“I ruined everything.”
“No.”
“I did.”
“David lit the match.”
“I poured gasoline everywhere.”
Mark sighed.
“Maybe.”
I lifted my head.
“That’s harsh.”
“You asked for truth.”
A laugh escaped me.
“Fair.”
He smiled faintly.
Then his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He answered.
“Hello?”
His expression changed almost immediately.
“Yes, this is Mark Henderson.”
Pause.
“Today?”
Another pause.
His face drained of color.
“What do you mean someone changed the beneficiary?”
I sat up.
Mom approached from across the lobby.
Mark listened.
Then said, “No. I did not authorize that.”
He looked at me.
Fear filled his eyes.
“When?”
Silence.
“Three weeks ago?”
My pulse jumped.
Mark’s voice became sharp.
“Who submitted the form?”
He listened.
Then he slowly sat down.
“Can you email me a copy?”
Another pause.
“Thank you.”
He ended the call.
Mom rushed over.
“What happened?”
Mark looked at us.
“That was my insurance company.”
He swallowed.
“Someone filed a change-of-beneficiary request three weeks ago.”
I whispered, “To who?”
“They caught it because the signature didn’t match.”
“Mark.”
He looked at me.
“The new beneficiary was a trust.”
“What trust?”
He took a slow breath.
“The Claire Mercer Family Trust.”
I stared at him.
“I don’t have a trust.”
“I know.”
Mom’s face turned white.
My phone rang.
Detective Alvarez.
I answered.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Mercer, I need you and Mr. Henderson to stay at the hotel.”
My skin prickled.
“Why?”
She hesitated.
“We opened the files on the USB drive.”
My heart pounded.
“What did you find?”
Her voice became very careful.
“A forged insurance form.”
I looked at Mark.
“And something else.”
“What?”
“A document titled Accident Schedule.”
I stopped breathing.
Detective Alvarez continued.
“It lists three dates.”
My hand started shaking.
“One was your wedding day.”
I could barely speak.
“What are the other two?”
“The first was last month.”
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Pause.
“The second is tomorrow.”
