Julian forced a tight, awkward laugh, shuffling in his seat. “Honey, you don’t need to do this in front of everyone—”
“Oh, but I insist,” I interrupted softly, holding up a small, sleek Bluetooth speaker I had set beside my water glass. “Because actions speak louder than words, but sometimes… recordings speak loudest of all.”
I pressed Play on my phone.
The sharp, crystal-clear audio filled the dining room.
“She’s driving me insane. Texting pictures of the baby, asking when I’ll be home… I just want her to leave me alone.”
My mother-in-law’s smile vanished instantly. My father set his napkin down, his brow furrowing into a dangerous scowl.
The recording continued, echoing off the dining room walls:
“Of course I hate her. I barely touch her anymore. Just wait. I’ll divorce her, and then I’ll marry you.”
