Nathan looked around, a small puzzled smile on his face, the smile of a groom who assumes some pleasant surprise has been arranged for him.

And in a sense one had.

The enormous screen behind the head table lit up.

And his own voice filled the room.

“After the wedding, I’ll get access to the house and her savings…”

It came through the speakers loud and clear and unmistakable — his voice, his cadence, that light cheerful tone.

Then Linda’s laughter, recorded and amplified now, rolling out over three hundred stunned guests.

Then Nathan again, talking about getting rid of me, about leaving me with nothing.