Page 92 of Urgent Vows
"I can, because we both know you aren't the leak."
I don't believe him, and I let my silence tell him that.
"Damn it, I never thought it was you."
"Right? That's why you woke me out of a sound sleep to interrogate me." Now that I'm more alert, I know exactly what he was doing. "You probably thought the pain meds would make me more truthful. Less able to hold a lie together."
He already knew I got sleepy when I took them.
Something flashes in his expression, and I know I'm right.
"Is that why you insisted I take them?"
"I gave them to you because you were in pain. Yes, when I realized I had to talk to you, I knew it would make the questioning easier. I didn't expect you to play devil's advocate against yourself though."
Neither had I. "I am angry."
"I know." He laughs bitterly.
What does he have to be bitter about? I didn't accuse him of betraying me. He actually did it.
And I'm so furious all over again I can't stand it. "I trusted you."
"You did." He sounds like he wishes I hadn't.
Well, so do I.
"You never would have shown us the secret room," he says, no inflection in his tone. "Much less told me that you used to spy on your father, or that you planned to run, if you were the mole."
"You don't think?" He couldn't have figured this out before scourging me with his lack of trust?
"I had to question you." His eyes hold no remorse. "I am the don. You are my wife, no one else could do it."
"Why question me at all?"
"Because you had motive and opportunity."
"You sound like a cop."
He doesn't look amused.
Well, neither am I.
"You need to see something."
"What?" Does he have some proof that makes me look guilty?
"Grab your phone."
I do and he takes my hand and unlocks the phone with my fingerprint before taking it from me. I sit without moving, my entire body flushing with heat from that touch. Stupid body.
The sound of piano music comes from my phone. It takes me a little while, but suddenly I realize the person playing is me. I grab my phone, expecting to see that he's playing an audio file and wanting to know who recorded me.
It's not though; it's a video and it's up on YouTube. I stare down at the screen in horror as my body goes first hot and then cold. It's me at the piano in my father's music room. Someone filmed me playing and I never even knew. Then they posted it online.
The video has over a million views. I'm going to be sick.
All of those people witnessed an intensely personal moment of vulnerability.
