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…

shield. “Andrew, please, you promised…”

“No more goddamn lies,” Andrew barked.

Ryan spun around, entirely unmoored. “Who the hell are you? What truth?”

Andrew turned to Ryan, his expression a mixture of disgust and grim satisfaction. “The heir she is carrying, Montgomery? The baby you’re marrying her for? It isn’t yours.”

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