My Ex-Wife Invited Me To Her Wedding To Humiliate Me—She Didn’t Know I Had Proof Of Her Affair, Fraud, And Custody Scheme

Not Adrian.

Not the reporters gathering outside.

Not the investors who had begun calling lawyers.

Just Lily.

I knelt beside her.

“Sweetheart, would you like to go home?”

She nodded immediately.

Home.

Not her mother’s mansion.

Not the luxury penthouse Victoria had purchased after the divorce.

She meant my home.

The apartment where we spent weekends drawing cartoons continue reading …