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

like sandpaper against my dry throat. “Your mother just dragged your pregnant bride by the hair, and you’re asking me if I’m a gold digger?”

Julian flinched, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t move to help me up.

“Here. Let me help you.”

It was Sarah again. My bridesmaid, the kindergarten teacher. Her hands were shaking so violently that her silver bracelet continue reading …