My ex-husband invited me to his wedding to humiliate me, but the ceremony came to a halt when I stepped out of a Rolls-Royce with our twins.

BROOOOM.

The roar of an engine made everyone turn around.

A  gleaming black Rolls-Royce Phantom  pulled up right in front of the red carpet. Behind it were two armored SUVs filled with bodyguards.

Marco’s eyes widened in shock.
The music stopped.

The driver got out and opened the door for me.

I descended wearing a  custom-made red dress from Paris , with a diamond-encrusted necklace. My shoes were  Louboutins .
“Poor” Liza now looked like a queen.