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

me—a pregnant woman standing in a torn, bloody wedding dress, pressing a napkin to her face.

“Evelyn,” Chief Brody said, his voice tight. “This is a civil matter. And she’s hurt. Maybe we should just get her some medical attention and let everyone go home.”

“This is not a suggestion, Brody,” Evelyn hissed, the polished facade dropping completely. Her continue reading …