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

Instead, she stormed down the center aisle, her silver heels striking the marble like gunfire. Her face—usually composed with practiced political warmth—was twisted into something raw and unrecognizable. Her neck flushed deep red, veins pulsing beneath her flawless makeup.

“Mother?” Julian asked, his voice cracking as he stepped slightly away from continue reading …