ballroom had been booked using my deposit after Chloe’s credit card was declined.
They didn’t know my BMW had a dashcam that recorded inside and outside whenever the alarm sensor detected impact.
And they definitely didn’t know Ethan had insisted on one rule after my pregnancy became high-risk: every appointment, every incident, every threat from my family was documented.
The ballroom doors opened.
Two paramedics entered first.
Behind them came two police officers, the venue manager, and Ethan.
He was still wearing his charcoal suit, his tie loosened, his face
