The Reading of the Will
The Guest in Green

The Phone She Wouldn't Put Away

August 25, 2026 · Part 3 of 10 · 2 min

"It's not what it sounds like," Weston said finally, too fast, the words tripping over each other. "Delphine, I haven't — we ended that years ago. This is insane. You can't just walk in here and —"

"Years ago." Delphine's laugh had no humor in it at all. "Say that again, Weston. Say it like you believe it."

"I do believe it, because it's true."

Roz's grip on the bouquet had gone white-knuckled. Two hundred people were watching her the way people watch a car accident — unable to look away, ashamed of the watching. Her father had risen halfway from his chair, uncertain where to put his hands. Constance Cade sat frozen, her handkerchief still pressed to her cheek, her eyes fixed somewhere just past Delphine's shoulder rather than on her face.

"You want to do this in front of everyone?" Delphine asked Weston, and for the first time her calm cracked, just slightly, at the edges. "Fine. We'll do it in front of everyone."

She reached into a small clutch and pulled out her phone.

"Don't," Weston said, and the single word came out with more panic than anything he'd said yet — more, Roz would think later, than even his first denial.

Delphine ignored him. She swiped once, twice, and held the screen up — not to the crowd, but to Roz specifically, angling it so only she could see.

"Read the date," Delphine said quietly. "Just the date. That's all I'm asking."

Roz's eyes dropped to the screen. A text thread. Weston's contact photo, the same one saved in her own phone. A message time-stamped three weeks ago, in the middle of the week Weston had told her he was in Denver for a client meeting.

*I miss you. I hate that I have to keep pretending I don't.*

The bouquet slipped from Roz's fingers and hit the floor, roses scattering across white satin ribbon like something already funeral.

"Three weeks ago," Roz said, and her own voice sounded very far away to her, like it belonged to someone standing outside the ballroom doors. "You were in Denver three weeks ago."

Weston said nothing. Delphine's phone, still glowing in Roz's hand, buzzed with a new message arriving in real time — from a number saved simply as *W.*

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