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

a direct result of taking the brunt of the fall to protect my stomach. I gritted my teeth, ignoring the sting of glass biting into my palm, and forced myself up onto my knees.

“Here,” a small, frightened voice whispered.

I turned my head. Sarah, one of my bridesmaids, had stepped out from the paralyzing grip of the crowd. She was a kindergarten teacher,continue reading …