John was distant, and Christine excused herself abruptly, claiming her fiancé Eric was waiting outside. Something felt off — her coat was still hanging by the door. Trusting my instincts, I followed her, only to find her in Hannah’s room, crying over a wedding dress that had been slashed beyond repair. “I swear I didn’t do this,” she sobbed, her voice trembling. I paused, listening — and for the first time, I believed her.

Christine then told me the truth: months ago, she had caught John texting his ex and confronting him about doubts he had about marrying Hannah. He’d promised to cut ties and move forward, but Christine had remained uneasy. That night, she had seen John leaving Hannah’s room looking guilty.

When he brushed her off again, she pretended to leave — but instead, she