et but carrying in the sudden lull of the

"What's that su

," I said, letting my gaze drift around the room, over the white drapes and crystal monstr

tory of the devoted ex-wife was far more in

napped, her voice rising. "Yo

the one who got pregnant w

e started looking at Sarah's dress, at her stomach, then at Mark, whose face was

, rushing to Sarah's side. "Sh

Mark," I stated, not as an accusation, but as a simp

atory to deeply uncomfortable. Mark's carefull

Jake Stone, Mark's primary business partner. His face

ough the stunned guests. "Mark

m in the middle of my wedding?" Mar

EC just froze our assets! They're launching a full investigation into Innovate Dynami

heavier than any of the c

ained from his face. He looked from Jake to the crowd of

he stammered

wd. It was one of the main investors. "I just got a call

ting, accusing Mark of losing their m

e a mask of terror. "Mark, do som

a deer in the headlights of

"It's fine. We still have the loft. We can sell the loft! The agent said we could get a

yes. "Yes," he said, grabbing onto the

the real estate agent. "Tom? It's Mark Davis. W

What? What do you mean there's a problem with the title?

use. Longe

you mean it's not mine?! Who filed a