Blaze of Betrayal, Rebirth of Love

t what I expected on my wedding day, not after the reek o

t of passion, but of pure, unadulterated hatred, as sh

er face a mask of venom. "James isn' t your son. You were just the p

nerve. Why? That was my last thought as I watched them walk

d tuxedo, staring at my thirty-years-younger self in a gilded mirror. It was my wedding

do this!" Alex Peterson – her childhood sweetheart, the nam

ur fault! If you hadn' t forced this wedding, he

o proceed. "You are the future of this company." His words onc

, "You' re nothing. Just the

ss, the son who looked at me with a stranger' s eyes. I had poured my life into h

tar, looked at Olivia, then at Mr. Sterl

, ringing through the sil