Five years later, Roland is richer than he’s ever been, about to marry a senator’s daughter in the wedding of the season.
Out of pure arrogance, he sent Naomi an invitation. “Come see how beautiful the life is that you abandoned.
Wear your finest dress, if you even have one. Food is on me.” He wanted her to feel exactly as small as she had the night he threw her out.
She almost didn’t come. Then she thought about her children, and about the day they’d finally ask her why their father never once tried to find them.
So a black luxury car pulled up to the estate, twenty minutes before the ceremony began.
