My ex-husband married into wealth—and then had the nerve to send me an invitation. What he didn’t expect was that I’d actually show up… and certainly not like this. When that fancy envelope arrived—gold trim, raised lettering, Adrian’s proud signature gleaming at the bottom—I understood the message instantly. This wasn’t a gesture of goodwill. It was a performance. He wanted me to witness the life he’d “upgraded” to. His wealthy bride. His luxury. His victory. But what he never imagined was that