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“He’s making this up,” Ethan said, glaring at me. “He’s trying to ruin this.
You know he has issues.”
I shoved Ethan’s hands off my son and pulled Noah behind me.
“Noah doesn’t lie,” I hissed. “And you don’t get to touch him like that. Ever.”
Ethan’s eyes flicked to the watching guests, the bridesmaids, and the groomsmen.
His expression softened like flipping a switch.
“Stop.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Noah’s fingers were fisted in the back of my dress.
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