After 11 years of blaming me for our infertility, my husband kicked me out for his pregnant mistress. ‘We need an heir, don’t make a scene,’ his mother hissed. They thought I was broken. But years later, I crashed his million-dollar wedding with my 3 toddlers, turning his dream celebration into a nightmare…

his voice in nearly two and a half years. My finger hovered over the screen before tapping it open.

The subject line was a singular, arrogant sentence: Wedding Invitation.

I let out a dry, humorless laugh. I scrolled down to read the attached message.

Madeline. I thought you might want to attend, just to see what a real, complete family actually looks continue reading …