The Heartbeat That Betrayed Him
Language: en
At our rehearsal dinner, someone produced a biometric lie detector—one of those novelty party gadgets with pulse clips and galvanic skin sensors. If your heart rate spikes past a baseline threshold while answering, the little dome flashes crimson and emits an obnoxious, warbling buzz. They hauled me up first. Becca, my maid of honor, leaned across the table with a grin. "If Ethan hadn't proposed this spring, would you really have waited around for year eight?" I didn't even have to look inward. "Yes." The light stayed a calm, emerald green. Marcus, Ethan’s best man, slid in next, nudging…