Perhaps it was time the Sterlings learned the truth.
I picked up my phone.
“Cancel every meeting on Saturday,” I told my assistant.
There was a brief pause.
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
Then I smiled as I watched my boys chase each other across the room.
“And contact my tailor.”
“For what?”
“I need three custom suits.”
Another pause.
“Special event?”
I glanced at the wedding invitation.
“You could say that.”
Saturday arrived beneath clear skies and white roses.
The wedding was held at an exclusive Napa Valley estate hidden behind towering gates and manicured gardens.
Every detail screamed wealth.
Luxury cars lined the driveway.
Champagne flowed freely.
Politicians mingled with CEOs.
Diamonds sparkled beneath the afternoon sun.
And overseeing it all stood Victoria Sterling.
From a balcony above the ceremony, she surveyed the crowd like a queen inspecting her kingdom.
She had reserved a seat for me.
Table Nineteen.
Beside the kitchen.
Far from the family.
Far from the photographers.
Exactly where she believed I belonged.
She hadn’t invited me out of kindness.
She wanted an audience for my humiliation.
Then everything changed.
Three black SUVs rolled through the front gates.
Conversations slowed.
Heads turned.
The vehicles stopped directly beside the ceremony lawn.
The first door opened.
I stepped out.
Emerald silk.
Diamond earrings.
Confidence they never expected me to possess.
The whispers started immediately.
“That’s Sophia.”
“I haven’t seen her in years.”
“She looks incredible.”
I ignored them all.
Instead, I turned and extended my hand toward the vehicle.
A small boy stepped out.
Then another.
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