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

my cheek, while my other arm remained wrapped protectively across my swollen stomach. The baby’s frantic kicking had slowed to a heavy, rolling pressure beneath my ribs.

I looked up at Julian. My groom. The man who was supposed to be sliding a gold band onto my finger right now.

He was staring at me, his eyes wide, his face completely devoid of color.continue reading …