The Reading of the Will
The Guest in Green

The Microphone

Two hundred faces turned toward her at once. Somewhere in that crowd, at least four phones were still recording, and Roz understood — with a strange, cold clarity — that whatever she said next would outlive this room by years. It would exist on the internet long after Windmere Manor's roses had wilted, long after this exact dress had been donated or burned. She had one chance to decide who she wanted to be in that footage.

"Twenty minutes ago," she began, "I found out that the man I was about to marry has been lying to me for the entire length of our relationship. Not once. Not a slip. A sustained, planned, ongoing deception that he was intending to keep running even after tonight."

Weston stood frozen near the head table, his mouth opening as if to interrupt, then closing again under the weight of two hundred stares that had already decided whose side they were on.

"I'm not telling you this because I want your pity," Roz continued. "I'm telling you because half of you have already recorded the worst twenty minutes of my life, and I'd rather you record me saying this clearly, with my own voice, than let someone else decide what it meant."

She looked, briefly, at Constance. "I don't hate you for loving your son badly. I hate that you let me be the price for it." Constance's face crumpled; she didn't argue.

Then Roz looked at Weston, and for the first time since the doors opened, her voice didn't shake at all.

"I'm not going to marry you tonight," she said. "I'm not going to marry you tomorrow either, or any day after that. Not because a woman walked in pregnant — that's not her fault, and I won't let anyone in this room treat it like it is. I'm not marrying you because you knew exactly what you were doing for months, and you chose, every single day, to keep doing it anyway. That's not a mistake. That's who you are."

A sound moved through the crowd — not applause exactly, something quieter and more startled, like an entire room exhaling a breath it hadn't known it was holding.

Weston took one step toward her. "Roz, please, don't do this in front of —"

"You did this in front of everyone," she said. "I'm just the one finishing it."

She set the microphone down gently on the head table, beside the wedding cake that would never be cut, and reached up to unclasp the veil still pinned in her hair.

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