My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years

That honesty made it possible to remain beside her.

“I wanted something in my life that he couldn’t turn into a verdict about me,” I said.

Sophie nodded slowly.

Before she could answer, a man near the ballroom recognized Adrian and said his name.

Judge Weston, a professional acquaintance attending the reception, gave him a brief greeting.

“Mr. Reyes.”

“Judge Weston.”

That was all.