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

He looked at Celeste.

“What did you do?”

Celeste’s expression changed completely.

The sweet bride vanished.

In her place stood the woman who once sat across from me at charity dinners wearing my husband’s attention like jewelry.

“What did I do?” she hissed. “I helped you.”

Margaret gasped. “Celeste.”

Celeste ignored her. Her eyes stayed locked on Adrian.

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