My Family Mocked Me at the Wedding, Then My Billionaire Husband Walked…

of. I handed my invitation to the usher, who checked his list with a slight frown. “Miss Campbell, we have you seated at table 19.”

Not the family table, of course. I nodded politely, already understanding what that meant. My cousin Rebecca spotted me first, her eyes widening slightly before her face arranged itself into a practiced smile.

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