MY EX-HUSBAND MOCKED ME AT MY BROTHER’S WEDDING—THEN A BILLIONAIRE SAT BESIDE ME AND SAID, “TONIGHT, YOU’RE MY WIFE”

MY EX-HUSBAND MOCKED ME AT MY BROTHER’S WEDDING—THEN A BILLIONAIRE SAT BESIDE ME AND SAID, “TONIGHT, YOU’RE MY WIFE”

The first thing my ex-husband did when he saw me at my brother’s wedding was laugh.

Not a polite laugh.

A cruel one.

“Rachel? You actually came?”

I looked down at my simple navy dress.

“Yes.”

He glanced toward his new wife, then back at me.

“Interesting. I thought you couldn't afford places like this anymore.”

My stomach tightened.

The wedding was being held at the Sterling Hotel in Manhattan, a place where one dinner probably cost more than my monthly rent.

My eight-year-old son, Noah, was staying with my sister's neighbor because my mother had insisted the reception was “adults only.”

I had come alone.

And apparently, that made me an easy target.

My ex, David, leaned closer.

“Still working at that little accounting firm?”

“Yes.”

“Still living in that apartment?”

“Yes.”

He smiled.

“Some people really don't recover after divorce.”

I swallowed hard.

“Congratulations, David.”

His smile disappeared.

“That's all?”

“What else should I say?”

He glanced toward my brother's new in-laws.

“They're going to love hearing how successful I became after leaving you.”

I stared at him.

“You didn't become successful after leaving me.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“You're right.”

He smiled.

“I became successful because I left you.”

Then he walked away.

I sat alone at Table Fourteen.

My hands were trembling.

I kept telling myself not to cry.

Not here.

Not tonight.

Then a waiter approached.

“Miss?”

“Yes?”

“There's someone asking for you.”

I looked behind him.

A tall man in a black tuxedo was standing near the balcony doors.