“I had every right to know what you were doing.”
“Give me that phone.”
Daniel backed away.
“No.”
Roland lunged.
The movement was sudden, but Daniel was ready. He turned, and Roland’s hand closed around empty air. A glass fell from the bar and broke.
Two security officers entered from the hallway.
The venue manager had apparently sent them when Margaret made the second call.
“Sir,” one officer said, stepping between Roland and Daniel, “move away from him.”
Roland pointed toward Margaret.
“She is causing a scene and attempting to cancel a private event.”
Margaret held up the folder.
“She canceled itself when your signatures appeared beneath mine.”
The officer looked toward the manager, who had just entered the ballroom with a tablet in his hand.
“Mrs. Bennett,” he said, “the police are on their way. I contacted them after reviewing the insurance document.”
Daniel’s face crumpled.
“I didn’t hurt her.”
“You don’t have to wait until the harm occurs to answer for what you arranged,” Margaret said.
“I didn’t arrange it.”
“You purchased it.”
“I was desperate.”
“You were deliberate.”
Tiffany looked at him.
“Did you ever love me?”
Daniel’s eyes lifted.
“Yes.”
“Then why did you make me part of this?”
“I didn’t think you would understand.”
“You never gave me the chance.”
“I thought if you knew, you would leave.”
