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“What… did you put in that drink?” the groom asked, his voice low but trembling.

The bride—Isabella—took a step back. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing louder than the whispers rising around her. Her perfect composure, the one she had worn all evening like a crown, began to crack.

“I—it’s not what you think,” she stammered.

“Then explain it,” he said.

The maid—Lena—stood quietly beside him, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Her uniform was simple, her hands slightly shaking, but her eyes… her eyes were steady.

“I saw her,” Lena said. “I was clearing tables near the bar. She thought no one was looking.”

Gasps rippled again through the crowd.

Isabella’s face hardened. “She’s lying! She’s just a maid—what would she know?”

But before anyone could respond, a man pushed through the crowd.

“Actually… she’s not lying.”

All heads turned.

It was Daniel Harper—the hotel’s head of security.

“I reviewed the footage myself,” he continued. “After she came to me. What you saw on that phone? That’s just one angle. There are three more.”

The groom’s knees nearly gave out.

“Why?” he whispered, staring at Isabella like he didn’t recognize her anymore.

For a moment… she said nothing.

Then suddenly—she laughed.

Not nervous. Not embarrassed.

Cold.

“You really want to know?” she said, lifting her chin. “Because you were never supposed to make it to tomorrow.”

The room erupted into chaos.

“You were going to inherit everything tonight,” she continued calmly. “Your father’s company. Your assets. Your insurance policy. And guess who benefits if something tragic happens on your wedding night?”

The groom staggered backward.

“You… planned this?” he asked, voice breaking.