Now I owned one of the fastest-growing agencies in the country.
And my net worth quietly exceeded the collapsing Montgomery fortune three times over.
“Clear my schedule Saturday,” I told my assistant calmly. “And call my tailor.”
“For what?”
“I need three custom tuxedos for my sons.”
I glanced back at the wedding invitation.
“If Eleanor Montgomery wants a family reunion… it’s time she meets her grandsons.”
Saturday arrived cold and bright.
The Montgomery estate looked like something from a magazine cover. Thousands of white roses covered the gardens while string quartets played beside the fountain. Chicago’s political and financial elite filled the grounds sipping champagne beneath crystal chandeliers.
From the upstairs balcony, Eleanor Montgomery waited confidently for my arrival.
She expected heartbreak.
What she got instead was a convoy of black armored SUVs pulling through the front gates.
The first vehicle stopped directly in front of the wedding aisle.
A hush spread across the estate.
Hundreds of wealthy guests turned to stare.
The back door opened.
And I stepped out.
I wore an emerald couture gown that shimmered beneath the afternoon sun. Gasps rippled instantly through the crowd.
But the real shock came one second later.
I turned and extended my hand toward the vehicle.
One by one…
Liam.
Noah.
And Caleb stepped out beside me wearing tailored velvet tuxedos.
The silence became suffocating.
Because every single child looked exactly like Ethan Montgomery.
Up on the balcony, Eleanor’s champagne glass slipped from her fingers and shattered against the marble floor.
I slowly raised my eyes toward her.
Then smiled.
And at that exact moment, everyone inside that estate realized the wedding of the year had just become the scandal of the decade.
PART 2
