Then a third.
Three identical four-year-olds dressed in tailored black suits.
Three boys with unmistakable gray Sterling eyes.
Three living secrets.
Silence crashed over the estate.
Complete silence.
One guest dropped a champagne flute.
A bridesmaid covered her mouth.
An elderly relative whispered something that sounded like a prayer.
At the far end of the aisle stood Michael.
The moment he saw them, his face turned ghost white.
He didn’t need an explanation.
He knew.
Instantly.
The resemblance was impossible to miss.
But Michael wasn’t the one worth watching.
Victoria was.
From the balcony, her crystal glass slipped from her hand and shattered against the stone floor.
For the first time since I had known her, she looked completely unprepared.
Terrified, even.
Her eyes locked onto mine.
I held her gaze.
Then offered the smallest smile.
After all, she had wanted me to attend a family celebration.
And I had just introduced her to the three grandsons she never knew existed.
What happened next would destroy the wedding before the bride ever reached the altar.
