PART 2: Men my mother had spent the entire evening trying to impress.
And every single one of them knew my husband’s name.
The same husband she’d tried to seat beside the trash.
The same “farmhand” Madison had just mocked in front of everyone.
Conversations died mid-sentence.
Phones that had been discreetly raised for pictures froze in place.
My mother went completely pale.
Madison stared at Daniel.
Then at the red wine soaking my dress.
And for the first time all evening, she looked frightened.
Because the billionaire investor everyone at that wedding had been desperate to impress had heard every word.
And he was still holding the napkin he’d used to help clean the wine his new sister-in-law had poured over his wife….