“You knew he was alive.”
“Keep your voice down.”
I laughed once, bitterly.
“I stood beside your family at his funeral.”
Julian rubbed his forehead.
“Please. Let me explain after the ceremony.”
“The ceremony?”
He lowered his voice.
“It’s complicated.”
“No. Complicated is changing a wedding date. Complicated is finding out your fiancé cheated on you. This is something else.”
A few guests glanced our way.
Julian stepped closer.
“Adrian was going to tell you.”
“When?”
He didn’t answer.
Something inside me settled.
The grief remained, but clarity had joined it.
“Who’s the bride?”
Julian looked away.
“Her name is Sarah.”
“How long?”
“Meredith.”
“How long has she been with him?”
His silence answered before his words did.
“Before the accident,” he finally confessed in a low voice.
Nausea rolled through me.
I nodded slowly.
“So there was no accident.”
“There was an accident.”
“What?”
Julian exhaled.
