The slap landed before anyone understood what had happened. Miranda Lambert's hand crashed across Diane's face with enough force to send her stumbling into her chair. The entire reception hall froze. Conversations died. Glasses stopped halfway to waiting lips. Then, almost at once, phones appeared. Miranda lowered her hand, her expression calm. "How dare you." She didn't raise her voice. She didn't have to. Diane clutched her burning cheek, her eyes blazing with rage. "You have no right!" she shouted. "You disappeared! You abandoned this family! You abandoned your son!" Miranda's gaze turned icy. "I left him with you." The words hit harder than the slap. "I le
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