“It’s simple,” I said calmly. “Greg cheated on me. With his ex. The night before our wedding.”

Marianne sat down on the edge of the bed, stunned. James stood frozen. Greg remained on the floor, crying.

“Gregory,” James growled. “Is it true?”

He didn’t answer.

“He slept with her,” I confirmed. “And he told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom.’”