You Weren't on the Guest List, So I Showed Up as the Groom's Stepmother

Summary

Yesterday, I broke up with Julian. Today, we ran into each other at the "wedding of the century" he was throwing for his childhood sweetheart.

Taking in my flawless, head-to-toe styling, Julian's voice was low and icy:

"Are you here to congratulate me, or to crash the party?"

"Harper, Chloe and I didn't save a seat for you at our wedding reception."

I casually tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, flashing the diamond ring on my left hand:

"Oh, there's a seat for me. Right next to my husband."

He let out a harsh scoff, his gaze sweeping over the room full of elite guests: