I brought my four-year-old triplet sons to my billionaire ex-husband’s wedding — and the reaction from his family was colder than ice.

Her face was tense with panic and fury.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she hissed. “Leave now before I order security to remove you.”

“Go ahead,” I answered calmly.

I nodded toward the crowd.

“The senator is watching. Reporters are recording everything. If a single guard lays a hand on my children, I’ll destroy you publicly in court. And unlike five years ago, Eleanor, I now have far more money than you.”

Her composure cracked immediately.