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

it resembled grief.

He lifted his head slowly.

“Celeste.”

Her face went white.

“Adrian,” she said.

“Whose child is it?”

Silence cracked through the room.

Margaret made a strangled sound.

Celeste’s mouth trembled. “Yours.”

Adrian held up the page.

“I was in Singapore.”

“That date could be wrong.”

“It isn’t,” Damon said.

Celeste turned on him. “You have no right—” continue reading …