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

prop.”

Adrian flinched, not from me, but from her words.

Because she had gone too far.

I stepped closer.

“When it mattered?” I asked quietly.

Celeste realized her mistake.

I smiled.

“Interesting choice of words.”

Damon opened the leather folder.

Adrian saw it and stiffened.

“What else is in there?”

I looked at him.

“Everything.”

The officiant stood frozen at the continue reading …