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

wanted out. You wanted the money. You said she didn’t deserve it because she was weak. You said her father handed her everything.”

Adrian’s throat moved.

“Shut up.”

“No.” Celeste laughed once, sharp and ugly. “Don’t act innocent now.”

Guests murmured louder.

Adrian looked around, suddenly aware of the audience he had gathered to admire him.

“Mia,” he said,continue reading …