The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

in my satin heel, and I felt myself falling backward, away from the table.

Panic cut through everything. The baby.

Mid-fall, I twisted, throwing both arms over my stomach, taking the brutal impact on my shoulder and hip against the marble floor. The breath was knocked from my lungs in a harsh gasp. Pain surged up my spine as my dress tangled around my continue reading …