On My Honeymoon Cruise, I Overheard My Husband’s $300M Murder Plot—So I Made a Move

His eyes locked onto it.

“What did you record?”

“Enough.”

Thomas snapped:

“Do not say another word.”

Too late.

The security officer said:

“We’re not law enforcement.”

Thomas relaxed slightly.

Then the officer continued:

“But maritime authorities are waiting at Evermere Central Harbor.”

Thomas’s face fell.

“We’re not going to Greyhaven?”

The captain smiled.

“No.”

That was the moment they understood.

Not when security entered.

When Thomas realized he had lost the route.

He rushed toward the captain.

One security officer blocked him.

Margaret started crying.

Real or fake, I didn’t care.

Adrian just stood there.

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

I looked at him.

“You drugged me.”

“I didn’t put the pills in your drinks.”

“My father did.”

Thomas shouted:

“Adrian!”

I almost admired how quickly betrayal spread through guilty families.

Adrian continued.

“I knew.”

“That is enough.”

“I thought it was temporary.”