“By tonight, you’re going to understand exactly who you married.”
I walked out of Ravenswood Estate.
PART 2 — THE BLACKWELLS NEVER WANTED A DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
At 8:17 that morning, I was sitting in the back of a black sedan headed toward central Bellmere.
My cheek throbbed.
My hands were steady.
I opened my laptop.
Entered the encrypted drive I had prepared months earlier.
Then called Naomi Carter.
My attorney answered immediately.
“Claire? Aren’t you supposed to be leaving for your honeymoon?”
“Plans changed.”
Her tone shifted.
“How bad?”
“Adrian hit me in front of his parents and sister.”
Silence.
Then:
“Witnesses?”
