PART 2: “THE MAN WHO LEFT ME AT THE ALTAR DIDN’T KNOW I WAS HOLDING THE EVIDENCE THAT COULD DESTROY HIS ENTIRE FAMILY.”
The car hadn’t even reached the end of the church driveway before my phone started exploding.
Calls.
Texts.
Unknown numbers.
Family friends pretending to “check on me.”
People are never faster than when humiliation becomes entertainment.
June glanced at the screen lighting up in my lap.
“Do you want me to turn it off?”
I looked out the window calmly.
“No,” I said softly. “I want to watch them panic.”
Because they would.
They just didn’t know it yet.
Rain began falling against the windows in slow, heavy drops while Atlanta blurred gray outside. My wedding bouquet rested beside me like something abandoned after a funeral.
June finally whispered the question she had clearly been holding back.
“What’s on that flash drive?”
I didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, I opened my purse and ran my fingers across the silver USB drive labeled:
