“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

while one of the outside investigators pushed through the guests with another man. Adrian seized Celeste’s wrist, but she ripped free, sending her bouquet sliding across the marble floor.

“You stupid—” he began. Then he saw the phones.

Dozens of them.

Recording.

He realized too late.

Celeste’s veil slipped loose from her hair.

Her eyes glimmered.

“You should continue reading …