His face was pale, and his expression was filled with shock and disgust.
Vanessa looked toward him with sudden hope.
She reached out her hand.
Nathan did not take it.
“Were any of those offshore transfers used to pay for this wedding, Vanessa?”
She froze.
Her mouth opened.
Then closed.
She offered no answer.
Nathan understood her silence.
Earlier that morning, during their first-look photography session, I had overheard him ask whether she was hiding any debts before they signed their marriage license.
Vanessa had kissed his cheek.
She had smiled and told him, Nothing, my love. We are perfect.
Now Nathan looked at her as though he had never truly known her.
He reached toward his tuxedo lapel and removed the rare white orchid boutonniere.
His fingers trembled.
Then he dropped the flower onto the marble floor and crushed it beneath his shoe.
Without speaking, he turned toward the lobby.
