My ex’s mother invited me to his wedding to humiliate me—until my daughter’s innocent question exposed the truth she’d hidden for four years

Difficult.

Not impossible.

Eleanor turned that word into a blade.

“A woman who cannot guarantee children is not the right wife for my son.”

Hannah looked at Alexander.

She waited.

Say something.

Tell her love is not a breeding contract.

Tell her I am not being interviewed for a bloodline.

Tell her I am yours.

Alexander lowered his eyes to the marble floor.

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