He invited the ex-wife he once called “barren” to witness his pregnant bride’s walk down the aisle. But when she showed up holding a baby, carrying a paternity test, and hiding a million-dollar secret, his perfect wedding collapsed in front of every guest.

Brielle noticed.

She stepped forward, her smile sharp beneath her bridal makeup.

“Sabrina, this is not the place for drama.”

“I agree,” I said. “That’s why I brought documents.”

The guests nearby went quiet.

Trevor lowered his voice.

“What are you talking about?”

I opened the leather folder and took out the first page.

A paternity test.

His name.

My name.

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