On the Morning of My Son’s Wedding, Our Family Driver Locked Me in the Trunk and Covered Me With a Blanket

Those eyes so much like Bernard’s. My heart broke.

But I didn’t waver.

“No, sweetheart,” I said quietly. “I finally found it.”

I turned to Natasha.

She stood frozen, bouquet trembling.

“Because the woman standing at this altar is already married.”

The cathedral erupted.

Blake staggered backward. “That’s impossible. We’ve been together two years. She’s never—”

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