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

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His fingers twitched, but pride kept him still.

Then his mother arrived.

Margaret Vale swept in wearing silver silk and diamonds, disapproval already formed on her face as if she had been saving it.

“Mia,” she said. “How inappropriate.”

“Margaret.”

Her gaze shifted to the carrier. “You brought a baby to my son’s wedding?”

“Yes.”

“How tasteless.” “I thought continue reading …