Adrian never signed anything.
He left me before I had the chance to tell him.
And Celeste made a huge mistake.
She assisted Adrian in stealing my inheritance.
The wedding address arrived via text message. I bent down and kissed my daughter’s forehead, quietly said, “Your father invited us, it would be rude to not RSVP.”
Lily was in my arms when I left the hospital three days after giving birth and I had my lawyer’s information in my pocket. My sister, Nora, was waiting for me outside, her eyes obscured behind dark sunglasses, I could tell she’d been crying.
When she saw me with Lily, the entire world changed for her.
“Oh, Mia,” she said softly.
Then she looked at me, “You don’t have to go.”
“I have to go.”
“To a wedding? After he said that?”
“Especially after what he said.”
Nora frowned and said, “I’m coming.”
“I need you to be here for Lily.”
“You’re taking the baby? You’re taking her into the venue, not into the fight?”
Nora looked at me. “Three days ago, you had a baby. You are exhausted, sore, emotional and likely going to lose your mind.”
“Likely.” I responded, “But I’m going.”
Nora’s expression changed when she saw the leather folder tucked under my coat.
“You really have something,” she said to me.
“I do.”
“Is it enough?”
“Enough to ruin the wedding.””Enough to destroy Adrian. Enough to destroy Celeste.”
Only five days remained until their wedding.
Adrian and Celeste had chosen to hold their wedding at the Whitmore Conservatory, which was an extravagant greenhouse filled with chandeliers, champagne fountains and orchids, and attracted people that love to be seen. I remember taking Adrian there on our anniversary and Adrian complaining about the cost the entire night.
Now, he would marry his assistant who is pregnant.
Adrian had also used my money to pay for the wedding.
And the next morning, I received a visit from my attorney.