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, his hand dropping from my waist.

Evelyn didn’t even glance at him. Her cold, dark eyes were locked entirely on me.

Before I could fully process what was happening—before Julian could react, before Pastor Thomas could intervene—she reached the mahogany table. Without slowing, she lunged around it, her arm pulling back in a wide, vicious arc.

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