Then Carmen’s voice echoed clearly through the ballroom.
“Has that stupid woman already signed the prenuptial agreement? Once the ceremony is over, her black card will be mine.”
A nervous laugh followed.
Jack’s laugh.
“Brandon says she’s not a wife… she’s a cash cow.”
Gasps rippled through the guests like a wave.
The violinist slowly lowered his bow.
The officiant froze mid-sentence.
Jack’s face drained of color.