The Night the Masks Fell Off
The next clip rolled.
Them. In my bedroom. My sheets. My dog barking outside the door while they giggled.
People gasped again. Someone cursed under their breath.
My note flashed on screen: “Remember, every lie has its consequences.”
Aaron’s face turned white. “Claire—”
“Don’t,” I said quietly.
“Please, this isn’t—”
“Real?” I snapped. “Because it’s pretty damn real to me.”
Diane’s face contorted. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“No, Mom,” I said evenly. “You did that for me.”
The priest looked horrified. Guests whispered furiously. Some were already backing toward the exits.
“You planned this?” Aaron stammered.
“Yes,” I said simply. “For months. Every time you thought you were getting away with something, I was collecting proof. So thank you for making it so easy.”
Diane’s lips trembled. “How could you do this to me?”
I actually laughed. “To you? You slept with my husband, Mom.”
She tried to form words, but nothing came out.
I turned to Aaron. “Do you feel it? That sinking feeling? That’s called karma.”
The footage ended. The screen went black.
Silence.
All eyes were on me.
Then I took the microphone from the DJ booth. My hands were steady.
“For those of you who didn’t know,” I said, “this is Aaron, my ex-husband. And this is Diane, my mother. They’ve been having an affair for over a year. They lied to everyone—including you.”
Gasps. Murmurs.
“I’m not here to ruin anyone’s day,” I added, my voice calm. “I’m here to make sure the truth gets its moment.”
I handed the mic back, smiled, and said to the wedding coordinator, “Please make sure everyone gets a copy of that file later.”
Then I turned to Aaron and Diane, both frozen, both pale as ghosts.
“You expected me to cry,” I said softly. “You expected me to beg. But I’m done giving you power. I already won.”
And then I walked out.
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