I gave a noncommittal shrug, my mind racing back to the moment when Caroline had dropped the pill into my champagne. I had watched her, every movement deliberate and sly. My heart had pounded in my chest, but my mind had been clear. I had subtly switched our glasses, ensuring that the tainted drink was now in her hand.

The time had come for the toasts, and the guests settled into their seats, eyes bright with anticipation. The clinking of a fork against glass drew their attention, and Caroline stood gracefully, lifting her champagne flute in a gesture of celebration.

“To Lori and Dylan,” she began, her voice smooth and practiced, the epitome of a doting mother-in-law. “May your lives be filled with happiness and love, now and forever.”