I took my 4-year-old triplets to my millionaire ex-husband’s wedding and his family’s reaction was chilling.
They wanted me seated quietly in the back while Ethan Montgomery, my ex-husband, married a younger woman from a more “appropriate” family.
They wanted to watch me smile through humiliation while Illinois high society whispered about how easily I had been replaced.
And Eleanor Montgomery, Ethan’s cold and calculating mother, made sure every detail was carefully arranged.
Including my seat.
Table 27.
Beside the kitchen doors inside their enormous Lake Geneva estate.
Close enough to hear the staff shouting orders.
Far enough to remind me I no longer belonged.
But Eleanor made one terrible mistake.
She had no idea I wasn’t coming alone.
The invitation smelled of expensive perfume and imported paper. I stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows of my Chicago penthouse, turning the envelope between my fingers.
Gold lettering announced the wedding of Ethan Montgomery and Caroline Hastings, daughter of a powerful U.S. senator.
I laughed softly.
The man who signed our divorce papers five years ago without looking me in the eye. The same man who stood silently beside his mother while she dismantled my life piece by piece.
“Mama, who’s getting married?”
I looked down.
