
During my wedding reception, I saw my mother-in-law slip something into my champagne glass when she thought no one was watching. She expected me to drink it β but instead, I switched our glasses. When she lifted hers to toast, I smiled. Thatβs when the real chaos beganβ¦
The Rosewood Estate ballroom sparkled with gold and laughter. Three hundred guests, a perfect night β on the surface. But under that beauty, something ugly stirred. My husband Dylan stood across the room, handsome in his tux, laughing with his best man. He believed this was the happiest day of our lives. He didnβt know his mother was about to turn it into a battlefield.
βLori, you okay?β my maid of honor Julia asked, brushing my arm. βYouβre shaking. Cold feet?β
I said nothing. My eyes were on Caroline.
Poised. Perfect. Wrapped in designer silk and diamonds. Every inch the image of elegance β but her eyes were calculating. She reached into her clutch, her fingers closing around something small and white.
A pill.
Julia followed my gaze, chuckling softly. βRelax, sheβs probably checking the centerpiece.β
But she wasnβt. Caroline was leaning over the table, pretending to read name cards. Oneβ¦ twoβ¦ three β my glass.
I froze. The pill dropped soundlessly into the golden liquid, disappearing into fizzing bubbles. A faint, triumphant smile crossed her face before she slipped back into the crowd.
βLadies and gentlemen!β the DJ announced. βLetβs all take our seats for the wedding toasts!β
Dylan was walking toward me now, his smile bright, eyes filled with love. He had no clue. None of them did.
But I did. And Iβd already acted.
When Caroline lifted her glass to toast, she was holding mine.
And when I smiled, it wasnβt out of love.
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