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
“Sharon.”
I looked at him.
“I’m not marrying you.”
He stood.
“Let’s talk privately.”
“We’ve had many opportunities to talk.”
His expression tightened.
Eleanor closed the folder.
“Sharon, dear, you’re clearly overwhelmed.”
I turned toward her.