"I can't wait to dump her, I'm tired of pretending to love these kids."
"Turn that off!" she shouted.
"Did he just say freak kids?" someone whispered.
A woman in the back stood. "So this was about Sharon's money?!"
Oliver moved toward the DJ booth, panic rising.
But I was already on my feet, reaching for the mic. "I wasn't going to do this. Not like this. But I'm a mother before I'm anything else — and I won't marry a man who sees my children as pawns in his greedy little game."
"So this was about Sharon's money?!"
I turned slightly, enough for everyone to see my kids standing beside my sister-in-law, Denise.
"My home," I continued into the mic, "is in my children's trust. There's nothing for him to take. I called the county clerk, there is no license, and this wedding isn't official. It was all a show for Oliver and his mother."
The room was still frozen.
"Sharon, come on — this is... completely out of context," Oliver said, forcing a laugh.
I met his eyes. "Then give us all the context. Look at my son, look at my girls, and explain what you meant by 'freak kids.'"
"Sharon, come on — this is... completely out of context."
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Across the room, Sarah stared at him like she'd never seen him before.
"Did he actually say that?" someone whispered.
"Out loud," another guest murmured. "In public! About her kids!"
Someone booed — I'm still convinced it was Chelsea.
Then one of my aunts stood up, her arms crossed.
