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.

But that wasn’t all.

I opened the other car door.

“Come down, my loves,” I said tenderly.

Two five-year-old girls came downstairs.  Twins . They wore identical white silk dresses.
Their faces… were the exact reflection of Marco.
The eyes, the nose, the face. There was no doubt.

We walked down the red carpet. The sound of my heels pounded like a hammer in everyone’s chest.

As we approached the altar, the guards tried to stop us, but Tiffany’s father signaled to them: he recognized me as a  business partner .

Marco was pale. On the verge of fainting.

“Liza?” he stammered. “W-Who are those girls? And where did you get that car?”