I looked once more at the invitation.
“If Eleanor Montgomery wants a family reunion… then it’s time she finally meets her grandsons.”
Saturday came cold, bright, and flawless.
The Montgomery estate looked like a billionaire’s dream. Thousands of white roses bordered the gardens while a string quartet played beside massive fountains. Politicians, CEOs, and old-money elites filled the property, drinking champagne beneath crystal chandeliers.
From an upstairs balcony, Eleanor Montgomery stood waiting, perfectly sure of what my arrival would look like.
She expected heartbreak.
Instead, a convoy of black armored SUVs moved slowly through the front gates.
The first vehicle stopped right beside the wedding aisle.
The entire estate fell silent.
Hundreds of wealthy guests turned to stare.
Then the rear door opened.
And I stepped out.
I wore an emerald couture gown glittering beneath the afternoon sun. Gasps rushed instantly through the crowd.
But the real shock arrived a few seconds later s.
I turned back toward the SUV and extended my hand.
One by one…
Liam.
And Caleb stepped out beside me in custom velvet tuxedos.
The silence became almost impossible to breathe through.
Because every single boy looked exactly like Ethan Montgomery.
Above us, Eleanor’s champagne glass slipped from her fingers and shattered across the marble balcony floor.
Slowly, I raised my eyes to meet hers.
And smiled.
That was the precise moment everyone on the estate understood that the wedding of the year had just turned into the scandal of the decade.
