"Mom, Dad," Connor addressed his parents, his tone venomous. "Take a good look at the daughter-in-law you've chosen."
The screen behind us flickered to life. Image after image scrolled by.
Photos of me. In disarray. In bed with a man who wasn't Connor.
"I, Connor Delgado, will not marry a woman this filthy," he declared.
I stared at the screen, hollow. A cold numbness spread through my chest. I didn't react because I already knew.
It had happened last weekend, right after the engagement announcement. Connor had summoned me to a private room—ostensibly to talk, but really to punish me on Jade's behalf.
Jade had plied me with alcohol until the room spun. Then Connor threw me to one of his friends, manufacturing these photos to destroy my reputation.
But they didn't know the truth. The man in the photos wasn't Connor's buddy.
I didn't refute the accusation. Instead, my mouth twisted into a broken smile.
"Father-in-law, Mother-in-law," Connor continued, twisting the knife. "This is your 'good' daughter. A shameless slut who disgraces the family name."