My ex-husband left me because I “couldn’t have children”—then invited me to his wedding to humiliate me, unaware the truth would destroy him

laughed much too loudly. “Well, miracles do happen. Though I suppose some women need a billionaire to buy them.”

Alexander’s jaw tightened, but I touched his wrist lightly.

Not yet.

Richard leaned in closer, his expensive cologne still smelling hollow underneath. “Careful, Elena. Don’t embarrass yourself tonight.”

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