I forced a smile. “Oh?”

“She wore a gorgeous red dress. And the most incredible diamond earrings.”

My heart stopped. Diamond earrings. My earrings — the pair my mother gave me before the wedding.

That night I hired a car back to Malibu. I didn’t call Daniel. I wanted the truth before he could hide it.

Chapter 4 — The Terrace

When I arrived, candlelight flickered across the terrace and soft jazz drifted through the open doors. Two champagne glasses sat on a table. Two. I slipped through the side garden, hidden by flowering vines.

And then I saw them.