I pressed the play button without saying another word.
Her recorded voice filled the entire foyer: People like you should be truly grateful that people like me even let you set foot indoors.
Then came the audio of her false accusation about the bracelet, her harsh command for me to scrub the floor on my knees, the heavy splash of water, and her loud laughter echoes right after.
Robin looked as if someone had physically struck him in the chest.
Tabitha suddenly lunged across the table for the recorder, but I quickly closed my hand over it before she could touch it.
“That audio recording is already backed up to a secure cloud server,” I told her calmly.
“So what?” she snapped, crossing her arms defensively. “Do you really think one bad afternoon cancels everything we built together, because Robin loves me and the wedding is in six days with everyone attending.”
“Not anymore,” Robin said firmly.
She spun around toward him with wide eyes. “You cannot possibly mean that, Robin.”
“I do mean it,” he answered without hesitation.
Real fear finally entered her eyes.
“Then you are going to regret this deeply,” she hissed, dropping her sweet act entirely. “I have already signed binding contracts in both of our names for the venue, the luxury designers, and the honeymoon villa, which totals nearly nine hundred thousand dollars, so if you cancel now, your family pays every penny.”
