“You made it harder,” he replied. “Kissing me in front of everyone? What were you thinking?”
“I told you, I was upset.”
“And I told you not to act like that when people are watching. You nearly ruined our disguise.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
That single word—disguise—told me more than every excuse he had given me at the party.
Rachel looked away. “Did Sadie suspect anything?”
Michael laughed softly. “No. My dumb wife believed me.”
The words struck me hard.
I wanted to step out and demand to know how long he had been laughing at me, but I forced myself to stay hidden and keep recording.
I needed everything.
Their plans.
His voice.
Rachel’s answers.
Enough proof that neither of them could brush this aside as another misunderstanding.
Michael continued explaining when they would leave and what they would tell their families. Rachel asked about the estate.
He told her they couldn’t go back now that Tom had the photographs.
Tom looked toward me.
His expression asked the question without saying a word.
