Everything suddenly made sense—why Rex had never calmed down, why his tension had only grown worse all day long. “You didn’t plan for Rex to be here today,” Emma said slowly, realization cutting deeper than any anger. She looked straight at Vincent. “That’s why you fought so hard to keep him outside. That’s why you didn’t want him at the wedding at all.” Vincent didn’t dare reply.
Emma kept speaking, her voice frighteningly calm. “You planned this whole thing around him not being here to smell the truth.” Daniel looked away in shame. Emma shook her head, disbelief burning through her veins. “Why my wedding? Why today?”
