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

wedding dress. She looked at the fresh, bleeding gash on my cheekbone, and a hard, cold anger flickered in her eyes before she turned her attention to the Mayor.

“Actually, Mrs. Sterling, I have total jurisdiction,” Caldwell said, pulling one of the thick folders from her briefcase. “Mrs. Vance is slightly incorrect. She didn’t mail the evidence to continue reading …