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

seemed to drain from the room. Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Enough.” “No,” she said. “You wanted me ruined? Fine. Let’s burn together.”

Margaret whispered, “Adrian, what is she talking about?” Celeste’s smile widened. “Ask him about the night Mia’s father changed his will.” My heart stopped. The conservatory lights blurred together.

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