Jack
As I stood there, trying to gather my thoughts and figure out my next move, Louis’s mother’s voice sliced through the tension like a knife.
“I can’t believe that shameless woman had the nerve to show her face at this wedding. She probably came here for the food—I doubt she’s had anything decent to eat since my son dumped her ass.”
Her words dripped with disdain, and I turned to see her glaring in the direction Samantha had been led. My jaw clenched, my fists tightening at my sides, the familiar surge of anger threatening to break through. I wanted to tell her off right there, but the time wasn’t right. Not yet.
Clara, still slumped in a pew with her tear-streaked face buried in her hands, slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, but at the mention of Samant
