“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

“You brought someone else’s child?”

I smiled faintly. “Yes.”

“Whose?”

The music softened. Conversations thinned. The room leaned in without meaning to.

I stepped closer.

“Mine.”

For the first time, Adrian Vale had nothing immediate to say.

His mouth parted.

Then he laughed—too loud, too sharp.

“That’s impossible.”

“Is it?”

His expression hardened. “Mia, don’t continue reading …