“You both know who she is?”
Before David could answer, a venue employee appeared in the doorway.
“Sorry to interrupt. There’s a woman downstairs asking about the wedding cake.”
My pulse jumped.
The employee looked at me.
“She says her name is Laura.”
David went pale.
“She’s here?”
He rushed downstairs.
I followed him.
A woman I had never seen before stood near the entrance.
She looked about our age, maybe a little younger, dressed simply in dark pants and a cream blouse. Her hands were clenched around her purse.
David stopped several feet away.
“You need to leave.”
She gave a bitter laugh.
“Still protecting her, David?”
My stomach turned.
“Is this her?” I demanded.
David looked at me.
“Laura—”
I stepped toward the woman.
“How long have you been sleeping with my husband?”
Her eyes widened.
Then, unbelievably, she laughed.
“Oh my God. You think I’m his mistress?”
