There are a thousand ways to ruin a wedding. Standing up as the ex-girlfriend and shouting ‘By the way, I’m pregnant’ while he’s at the altar with another woman is definitely one of the best. Eight months ago, I was just the new assistant at Morgan Enterprises. Until that one night I was working late and Alexander Morgan surprised me in his office. One night. That was all we had. The next day, I was fired. By HR, for flimsy reasons. Two weeks later, I found out about his engagement. To the daughter of his biggest business partner. An arranged marriage to unite two empires. When the pregnancy test came back positive, I decided to keep it to myself. He’d made his choice and had me removed. But fate is a cruel thing. Because, of all people, I was the one hired to plan his wedding. The perfect celebration for the perfect couple. Every day, I watch him smile at her. While his child grows inside of me. I was going to stay silent. I really was. Until I found out that after the wedding, he plans to take over his wife’s company and fire all of its employees. So here I stand, in the front pew of the church, waiting for the priest to say the words, “If anyone has any objection to this union…” Sometimes, the truth is the best form of revenge.