The Montgomerys were old-money royalty in Chicago — powerful, ruthless, obsessed with appearances, and convinced that anyone without their last name was beneath them. Especially me.
The invitation wasn’t an act of kindness.
It was bait.
They wanted me sitting quietly in the back while my ex-husband, Ethan Montgomery, married a younger woman from a “better” family. They wanted to watch me suffer while the entire elite social circle of Illinois whispered about how completely I’d been replaced.
And Eleanor Montgomery — Ethan’s cold, calculating mother — made sure every detail of my humiliation was carefully prepared.
Including my seat.
Table 27.
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