The glittering diamond necklace Edwin fastened around Isabella’s neck during our flight seemed like just another beautiful moment in my career – until I met him again as my mother’s fiancé. His smooth denial when I confronted him about Isabella chilled me to the bone, especially seeing how completely he’d charmed my usually sensible mother.
Determined to expose him, I tracked down Isabella and learned Edwin had been asking her for a “business loan.” Our plan to catch him in the act nearly backfired spectacularly when he discovered me with his phone, but not before I’d seen messages to countless other women. The restraining order and my mother’s anger were painful, but necessary prices to pay.
The wedding day confrontation we orchestrated was more explosive than I’d imagined – a room full of furious women he’d deceived, a cake smashed in his face, and police swarming the chapel. As my mother walked past me in her ruined wedding dress, I knew our relationship might never be the same. But I’d rather have her angry at me than married to a conman. Some truths are worth every consequence.
