Now, six years later, he wanted her to witness his gleaming new life.
For a moment, she thought of throwing the invitation away. But then she looked at her children—two little faces with his dark eyes and sharp cheekbones.
Maybe it was time for him to see what he had missed.
A faint smile touched her lips as she picked up her phone.
“Alright, kids,” she said. “We’re going to a wedding.”
The wedding venue was the definition of modern luxury—a Tuscan-style villa tucked in the rolling hills of Napa Valley, complete with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and rose-covered arches framing a vast courtyard. Guests in designer gowns and tailored suits mingled, sipping champagne and snapping pictures for social media.
Nathaniel stood at the altar, radiant in a custom tuxedo. Beside him, Vanessa glowed in a Dior gown, though her perfect smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
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