On my wedding day, my husband and my adopted stepsister proudly held their newborn twins and announced it to me.

“That’s it?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered calmly. “That’s only the first document I signed today.”

His expression tightened instantly.

Before he could respond, the ballroom doors opened again.

My mother-in-law, Evelyn Vaughn, entered wearing black silk.

Derek turned toward her proudly.

“Mother,” he called out. “Meet your grandsons.”

Evelyn looked at the babies.

Then Lena.

Then me.

The color drained from her face.