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

came. How generous.”

The room fell completely silent.

Adrian stepped back, visibly relieved to let the focus move off him. Celeste descended slowly, savoring every gaze.

When she reached us, she placed a hand on Adrian’s arm.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be strong enough.”

I looked at her hand.

Then at her face.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes flicked to continue reading …