“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU WERE UNINVITED YESTERDAY!” my son’s bride screamed across the wedding hall I paid for. I simply smiled and replied, “I’ll go. But before I leave, meet my special guest… an old friend of yours.” The moment she saw who it was, her face drained of color—and she collapsed on the spot. The wedding march had barely faded when the chapel doors slammed open. Marcus Rivera strode in, his eyes locked on the bride. Gasps rippled across the room. “Sarah Collins,” his voice thun