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

not sign that book, and you will never speak to my son again.”

“I haven’t done anything,” I said, forcing myself up with shaking strength. My face burned, swelling rapidly. “Evelyn, you’re crazy, please—”

That was the wrong thing to say.

The final thread of her control snapped. She didn’t wait for me to stand. She bent over, grabbing a fistful of my hair continue reading …