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

you,” I breathed, pressing the heavy linen against the bleeding cut on my cheek. I used my other hand to grip the edge of a guest chair, hauling my heavy, clumsy body upright. The torn lace of my veil hung in pathetic, ripped strands around my shoulders. I stood alone in the center of the ballroom, a battered, bleeding bride, but I forced my chin up.continue reading …