My Fiancé Planned to Sell My House and Send My Son Away After Our Wedding—So I Left a Blue Folder Beside His Mother’s Plate at the Rehearsal Dinner

I had the documents needed to confront the people who’d been making plans for my home.

The rehearsal dinner was that evening.

I had been preparing for a marriage.

Now I was preparing to end one before it began.

PART 6 — THE BLUE FOLDER

The Starlight Bistro looked exactly as it had during my first meeting with Eleanor.

Polished tables.

Heavy curtains.

Brass fixtures.

A faint smell of lemon wax.

Only this time, fifteen family members and close friends were arriving for the rehearsal dinner.

Oliver stood near the long table arranging the silver candlesticks.