My father had an affair with my fiancée the night before the wedding. I kept up the act until the altar. (2 of 2)

The night before the wedding, I was at the Palmer House Hotel with my father. My mother and Meghan were at another hotel, honoring the tradition of not seeing the groom. Robert and I were reviewing the next day’s timeline over room service when he excused himself to the restroom, leaving his iPhone unlocked on the table.

I wasn’t snooping. But a notification lit up the screen, and my eyes fell upon it. The words made my blood run cold.

It was a text from Meghan, sent just minutes before. It read: “Thank you for the unforgettable night, Robert. The way your lips explored every part of me won’t leave my mind. I can’t wait for the next time. You’re incredible. P.S. Our story will be our secret.”

Attached was a photo that left no room for doubt. It was an intimate picture of them together in a hotel room, taken the previous night.