“Security,” Vivian barked, her voice cutting through the pavilion. “Get this woman and these children out of here immediately.”

Grandfather Bradford did not stand.

Instead, he leaned forward, squinting through his thick glasses at Leo, Owen, and Wyatt.

The three boys had the exact same square jaw, the same deep-set blue eyes, and the same stubborn cowlick in their dark hair as Garrett.

The family resemblance was undeniable to anyone in the room.

“Vivian, sit down,” Grandfather Bradford commanded, his voice raspy but heavy with authority.

“Father, this is an outrage,” Vivian hissed, her face flushing a deep red. “She is trying to ruin the wedding.”

I stopped ten feet from the altar, my grip tightening on my sons’ hands.

“I am not here to ruin anything, Vivian,” I said, my voice calm and steady. “I am just here to introduce your grandsons to their father.”

Audrey let out a choked sob, her bouquet dropping to the floor.

“Grandsons?” Audrey stared at Garrett, her eyes wide with shock. “You told me she was a mistake from your past. You said there were no ties.”

Garrett stepped down from the altar, his leather shoes heavy on the floorboards.

“Clara, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his eyes searching the boys’ faces with a mix of wonder and fear.

“Because your mother threatened to destroy my business and take my children if I didn’t leave Chicago,” I said.

A collective gasp went through the high-society crowd.

Before Garrett could answer, the heavy double oak doors at the entrance of the pavilion swung open with a loud thud.

Four men and two women in dark, matching suits walked into the pavilion.

The guests fell completely silent, watching the newcomers walk briskly down the aisle.

The lead man held a gold badge in his hand, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on the front row.