\u201cLiam, darling,\u201d she cried, a sob catching in her throat. \u201cI don\u2019t know how she even got in here. She must be one of the catering staff. Get her out. Please, just get her out!\u201d<\/p>\n
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The lie was more stunning than the slap. To be called clumsy, a country woman, that was one thing. But to be erased, to be rendered a stranger in front of my own son by the woman he had just married, it stole the air from my lungs. I was kneeling on the cold marble, my dress soaked with champagne, my hands hovering over a thousand glittering pieces of what used to be a champagne flute. And in that moment, I was nobody.<\/p>\n
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