Tessa came down the aisle radiant and oblivious, and for the first time in years I felt no jealousy. Only pity. She still had time to escape.
The ceremony moved on, but Garrett kept glancing back at me, distracted, unsettled. His voice shook slightly during the vows.
Afterward, at cocktail hour, he approached.
“You came,” he said.
“You invited me.”
His eyes flicked to Julian. “I didn’t know you were bringing anyone.”
“You said the kids should see both parents moving forward. This is what moving forward looks like.”
Julian offered his hand. “Julian Ashford. Pleasure.”
Garrett recognized the name. I watched it hit him.
“How long?” he asked.
“Eighteen months,” I answered.
The children met Julian the week before. Garrett looked as if he had been slapped in public. He muttered something about custody and support.
“Not here,” I said. “Not today. Enjoy your wedding.”
And I walked away.
Diane nearly vibrated with satisfaction.
Dinner came. Speeches came. Tessa’s father proudly welcomed Garrett into the family and spoke about their business future.
Then Marcus made his move.
He asked Richard Brightwell aside and showed him everything.
For nearly an hour they were gone.
When Richard returned, his face was stone.
He went straight to Tessa and pulled her aside. He showed her something on his phone. Her face drained of color. She looked from the screen to Garrett as if seeing him for the first time.
Then Richard stood and made an announcement.
