I had imagined this day countless times—the kiss, the vows, the photos that would mark the beginning of a new chapter with Emily, the woman who had restored my belief in love after years of heartache.
Everything had fallen into place—until the back doors creaked open.
Heads turned. My smile faded the moment I saw her.
Sophie.
My ex-wife.
She looked radiant, and unmistakably pregnant, her hand resting gently on the curve of her belly. A wave of murmurs swept through the room, eyes flicking from her to me and back again. Emily’s fingers, laced with mine, suddenly tensed. I heard her sharp breath, though she kept her expression calm.
