He Tried to Humiliate Me at the Wedding Table

breath, “what the hell did I miss? Because Table Seven is acting like somebody found a body in the cake.”

“Close enough.”

She looked at Hartley, then at Wesley.

Then at me.

A slow grin spread across her face.

“Oh no,” she said. “No. Did one of them try you?”

“Darlene.”

She pressed her lips together. Failed to keep them there.

“I have waited twenty years,” continue reading …