Above the file was a short message.

*Look at what your ex-husband was doing nine minutes before the wedding.*

I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the play button.

Beside me, Nathan leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he saw the preview frame of the video.

It was a security camera angle of a hotel hallway.

The time stamp at the top was from the afternoon of our wedding ceremony.

The door to Grant’s suite was open.

And standing in the doorway was someone I didn’t expect to see.

It was Mrs. Gable.

She was the court-appointed social worker assigned to Rosie’s case.

In the video, she was standing in the doorway of Grant’s hotel suite.

Grant stepped into the frame, holding a thick, white envelope.

He slid the envelope into Mrs. Gable’s open leather handbag.

She zipped the bag, gave him a quick nod, and walked down the hallway toward the elevators.

The video cut to black.

My hand was shaking so hard the phone slipped from my fingers onto the table.

Nathan caught it before it hit the wood.