Isabella shrugged one shoulder. “Regardless, I doubt very much you’ll like what I have to say.”

Garrett made a move toward the woman but Jane held his arm. “Let her speak.”

Isabella raised her nose in the air. “I’m here before God and man to declare that the groom has impregnated me.”

A shocked gasp went through the church. The vicar turned a white that matched his robes.

“That’s not true!” Garrett snapped.

“Yes it is. I know it’s inconvenient given your marriage plans, darling, but the church cannot possibly marry you, knowing this,” Isabella purred.

Jane’s hands were clenched into fists at her sides. “Isabella, get out of here. You’re a liar and we all know it. You don’t love Garrett and he doesn’t love you. Stop this madness.”

Isabella laughed again, a short bark this time. “I refuse to allow the father of my baby not to own up to his responsibilities.”

“I will own up to them!”

Everyone’s head swiveled to the left. Boris came marching in. Isabella’s face was a study in shock. “Boris, no!”

“Yes,” Boris replied. “I’ve asked you to marry me half a dozen times and you’ve refused. But I won’t allow you to ruin another man’s life over a mistake we made together.”

“Shut up, you fool. You don’t know what you are saying.” Isabella’s voice was high and strained. Her face was quickly turning a mottled shade of red.

“I know exactly what I’m saying and it’s high time I spoke up.” Boris faced Garrett and Jane. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done, Mr. Upton. Isabella told me she saw the two of you in the upstairs drawing room the night of the masquerade. She asked me to cut the strap on Miss Lowndes’s saddle.”

Jane shook her head. “I knew it.”

Boris nodded guiltily but kept talking. “She also overheard you planning to meet the night of the wedding. She told me to follow you to the wine cellar, Mr. Upton, and to ensure you didn’t make it back to your room.”

Garrett glared at Isabella.

“Shut up, you imbecile!” Isabella hissed.

Boris turned back toward Isabella. “I’m sorry to have done those things. I did them because I loved you, and I thought you loved me. But now I must make things right.” He walked up to Garrett and handed him something.

Garrett clutched the gold pocket watch in his fist.

“I only took it so you’d think one of the Morelands’ servants had done it,” Boris said. “I’m sorry.”

The vicar stepped forward. “Are you certain, young man? You swear you are the father of this woman’s unborn baby?”

“Yes, Reverend. I must confess and I have no doubts.”

Isabella tore at her hair and ran shrieking from the church. Boris quickly followed her.