Caleb’s hand touched mine. “He’s still in litigation, and he didn’t disclose any of this to Rowan. We have to tell her.”
“But she won’t believe it if it comes from us,” I said, my voice breaking. “Not in private — not when he’s in control.”
He looked at me. “Then let’s make it public.”
And that’s when the plan formed.
Back inside, the reception was in full swing. The room glowed warmly with candles and laughter. People clinked glasses and posed for photos in front of the flower wall. Rowan was radiant in her ivory dress, seated beside Arthur, who looked every bit the proud husband. It was surreal.
Everyone was celebrating, and yet my heart was pounding like a warning bell.
Caleb turned to me one last time. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “If he thrives in the shadows, then we bring him into the light.”
