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

“Then explain why you told Eleanor we could list my house after the wedding.”

His face drained.

Eleanor’s hand went to her pearls.

The room remained silent.

Oliver whispered:

“Who told you that?”

I thought of Chelsea.

The frightened girl in the blue sedan.

Her college plans.

Her effort to protect Harry.