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

“Of course you did.”

He stared.

“Was he lying about that too?”

The question hurt.

I didn’t know whether Oliver had ever intended to take him camping.

Perhaps he had.

Perhaps it was another way to make Harry trust him.

I wasn’t going to invent an answer.

“I don’t know,” I said.

Harry looked disappointed.