Chapter 2: The Missing Five Minutes
The wedding coordinator’s words seemed to hang in the air.
Someone had accessed the camera.
From inside the building.
Daniel stared at her.
“Are you saying somebody hacked the security system?””
“I’m saying somebody logged into it,” the coordinator replied.
“What’s the difference?””
“The difference is that hacking would be difficult. This wasn’t.””
She turned the tablet toward him.
“This system has an administrator account. Someone used the administrator credentials to erase exactly five minutes of footage.””
Jessica folded her arms.
“So maybe the camera malfunctioned.””
The coordinator looked at her.
“No.””
Jessica blinked.
“How would you know?””
“Because the camera didn’t malfunction.””
The coordinator tapped the screen.
“The audio file is still here.””
My heart began pounding.
Jessica’s face tightened.
Daniel noticed.
“Play it.””
“Daniel,” Jessica said quietly.
He looked at her.
“What?””
“I don’t think this is appropriate.””
“You accused my mother of attacking you.””
“And she did!””
“Then you shouldn't be afraid of the recording.””
Jessica opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
The coordinator pressed play.
At first, there was only music from the hallway.
Then came my voice.
“Jessica, I know we haven’t always understood each other…”
The audio continued.
Every word.
Every insult.
Every accusation.
Then Jessica’s voice came through the speaker.
“You really thought I’d let you be part of this family?””
Daniel’s face changed.
I watched him listening to the woman he had defended.
Jessica reached for his arm.
“Daniel, this is private.””
He pulled away.
“Let it play.””
The recording continued.
“You made him believe he needed you.””
Then came the sound of the velvet box being shoved into my chest.
“Keep your old jewelry. Your son belongs to me now.””
Daniel lowered his eyes.
I could see shame beginning to creep across his face.
But Jessica still had one weapon left.
She pointed at me.
“That recording doesn’t show what happened before it.””
Daniel looked at me.
“What happened before?””
I stared at him.
“Nothing.””
Jessica laughed bitterly.
“See?””
“What?””
“She always lies so calmly.””
I felt something inside me crack.
Not because of Jessica.
Because Daniel was still listening to her.
Still searching for a reason to believe her.
I took the necklace from the floor.
The gold chain had fallen from the velvet box.
I carefully placed it inside.
“My mother gave me this when I turned twenty-one,” I said.
Daniel looked at it.
“I remember Grandma wearing it.””
“She wore it every Sunday.””
His expression softened for half a second.
Then Jessica spoke.
“She’s manipulating you.””
Daniel looked at her.
“What?””
“She knows exactly what memories to bring up.””
The softness disappeared from his face.
I almost laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because I suddenly realized how carefully Jessica had studied him.
She knew which buttons to push.
She knew which memories could make him doubt himself.
And she knew exactly how far she could go.
The coordinator cleared her throat.
“There’s something else.””
Everyone turned toward her.
She opened another file.
“The deleted video was backed up automatically.””
Jessica froze.
Daniel stared at the screen.
“You said it was deleted.””
“From the primary server,” she explained.
“But the system makes an automatic backup every ten minutes.””
Jessica took a step backward.
“Can you restore it?””
“Yes.””
“How long?””
“About two minutes.””
Jessica suddenly grabbed her purse.
“I need air.””
Daniel blocked the door.
“No.””
She looked up at him.
“Daniel?””
“Stay.””
Her eyes narrowed.
“You don't trust me?””
“I don't know what I trust right now.””
That sentence hit her harder than anything else had.
She slowly lowered her purse.
The coordinator connected her tablet to the backup system.
A loading circle appeared.
Thirty percent.
Forty.
Fifty.
Nobody spoke.
I stood near the window, staring down at the wedding guests gathered in the courtyard.
They were laughing.
Taking photographs.
Holding champagne glasses.
None of them knew what was happening upstairs.
The wedding music started again outside.
A beautiful melody.
Completely wrong for the room we were standing in.
Then the coordinator's tablet chimed.
“Restored.””
Daniel stepped forward.
“Play it.””
The video appeared.
The image showed me entering the bridal suite.
It showed me holding the velvet box.
It showed Jessica smiling.
Then it showed something that none of us had seen before.
Jessica looked directly into the camera.
She waited.
Then she walked toward the vanity.
She reached beneath it.
And pulled out a small black device.
Daniel whispered, “What is that?””
The coordinator leaned closer.
“I don't know.””
Jessica’s breathing became shallow.
I looked at her.
“Where did you get that?””
She didn't answer.
The video continued.
Jessica placed the device inside her purse.
Then she turned toward the door.
She was alone.
She wasn't crying.
She wasn't shaking.
She wasn't frightened.
She was smiling.
Then she pulled the wedding dress at the waist.
And tore it.
Daniel stepped away from the screen.
“No.””
Jessica shook her head.
“Daniel, I can explain.””
He stared at her.
“You tore your own dress.””
“It wasn't like that.””
“You scratched yourself.””
“I was angry!””
“You screamed that Mom attacked you.””
“I panicked!””
“You planned the whole thing.””
Jessica suddenly screamed.
“You don't understand!””
The room went silent.
Daniel stared at her.
“Then make me understand.””
Jessica's eyes filled with tears.
“I was trying to protect us.””
“From what?””
She looked at me.
Her expression changed.
For the first time, there was no fake sweetness.
No trembling voice.
No performance.
Only hatred.
“From her.””
I felt a chill move down my spine.
Daniel shook his head.
“Mom wasn't doing anything to you.””
“You don't know what she did.””
“Then tell me.””
Jessica pointed at me.
“She knows.””
I frowned.
“Knows what?””
Jessica smiled.
“You really don't remember?””
My stomach tightened.
“Remember what?””
She stepped closer.
“Three years ago.””
Daniel looked between us.
“What happened three years ago?””
Jessica didn't answer.
She simply watched my face.
Then she whispered:
“The night your father died.””
The room went completely still.
My fingers went numb around the velvet box.
Daniel stared at his fiancée.
“What does my father's death have to do with this?””
Jessica looked at him.
“Ask your mother.””
Daniel turned toward me.
And suddenly, I wasn't looking at my little boy anymore.
I was looking at a man who wanted an answer.
“Mom,” he said slowly, “what isn't Jessica telling me?””
I opened my mouth.
But before I could speak, the bridal suite door slammed open.
A uniformed police officer stood there.
Behind him was the hotel manager.
The officer looked directly at me.
“Mrs. Carter?””
“Yes?””
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded document.
“I need to ask you a few questions about your husband's death.””
Daniel went pale.
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Jessica smiled.
And I knew this wedding had never been about a necklace.
