“How long?” Liam asked. “In our own home?” She couldn’t answer. The man from the video stood frozen in the back of the room. Liam walked out. Denise followed, pleading, but he didn’t look back. Later, I found him at the bar. He told me he’d stumbled on the video while compiling footage. It hadn’t even been hidden.
“Was I wrong to show it?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “But maybe… not like that.”
“She destroyed us first,” he replied.
Eventually, we went to the reception. The cake, the food, all untouched. I stood beside him—not as a bridesmaid, but as the sister who wouldn’t leave his side. Denise had once felt like family. But Liam needed me more. And that was all that mattered.
