When I didn't respond, he sighed and relented. "I'll file a complaint against her right now. Would that make you feel better?"
Only then did I let myself smile. "Then you have to swear."
"If you really have anything to do with her, if you ever betray me, we divorce. No discussion."
Clay coaxed me gently, raised his right hand, and swore.
The guests laughed warmly. "You're overthinking it. Clay only has eyes for you."
Outside the banquet hall, Roberta's face flashed past the doorway, twisted with venom at having failed. I didn't spare her a glance.
The wedding ended.
I had just started toward my room to change out of the gown when someone pressed a cloth over my nose and mouth. I held my breath, closed my eyes, and let it happen.
Just like last time.
Roberta and Clay stumbled together, tangled in each other, and crashed through the door of a neighboring guest room. They fell onto the bed, unable to contain the sounds spilling between them.
My eyes snapped open. I moved fast, slipping downstairs to where my in-laws were still chatting with guests.
This time, I didn't do what I'd done before. I didn't blurt out that Roberta had drugged me and crawled into my husband's bed.