They thought I would arrive broken.
That was exactly why the Montgomery family had sent me an invitation.
The Montgomerys were Chicago old-money royalty — rich, cold, status-obsessed, and convinced anyone outside their bloodline was beneath them.
Especially me.
The invitation was not an act of kindness.
It was an insult wrapped in expensive gold stationery.
They wanted me seated quietly in the back while my ex-husband, Ethan Montgomery
