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

Celeste’s fingers tightened around her bouquet.

“This is absurd,” she said. “Adrian, don’t let her ruin this. She’s jealous.”

“Jealous?” I repeated.

Celeste’s gaze snapped to me. Her eyes burned now, anger breaking through bridal composure.

“Yes, jealous. You couldn’t give him a child when it mattered, and now you show up with a test and a baby like a continue reading …