“I thought you might want to see what a real family looks like. Valeria and I would be honored to have you attend.”
I stared at the screen.
Then read it again.
The cruelty was unbelievable.
Even after everything, he still wanted to hurt me.
Daniel walked into the room.
“What is it?”
I handed him the phone.
His jaw tightened.
“He wants an audience.”
I looked toward the playroom where my children were building a tower out of colorful blocks.
Then I smiled.
A calm smile.
A dangerous smile.
“Then let’s give him one.”
The wedding was held at a luxury estate outside Dallas.
Everything was perfect.
White roses.
String quartet.
Expensive champagne.
Guests dressed in designer clothes.
The kind of wedding built for photographs.
The kind designed to impress strangers.
No one expected me to show up.
Especially not with three toddlers.
And definitely not holding Daniel’s hand.
The whispers started before I even reached the ceremony area.
People recognized me immediately.
Rodrigo was standing near the altar.
The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face.
His mother nearly dropped her champagne glass.
