Inside the bag was the ivory wedding dress from the photograph—but it wasn’t Paula’s. It was mine. Steven had secretly planned a vow renewal for our thirtieth anniversary, and because Paula wore exactly my size, she had attended every fitting in my place. The woman standing beside Steven in the photograph had been my sister modeling my dress. I burst into tears, and within seconds Paula was crying too.

Suddenly, every suspicious detail had an innocent explanation. Steven hadn’t actually gone fishing that weekend. His friends had covered for him while he spent four days two towns away working with a jeweler. The pictures supposedly showing Steven on the fishing trip were photographs from the previous year. His new gold band had been specially widened to fit the finger he’d injured years earlier. He wore it throughout the weekend to ensure it was comfortable, leaving the pale mark I’d noticed afterward. The motel key came from his room near the jeweler, while the woman at the marina was simply the event planner. But one mystery remained—the lake photograph that had unlocked his laptop. Click continue reading below