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
“Only joking, love.”
But he wasn’t smiling with his eyes.
I looked toward the hallway.
“Harry has been asking about boarding school.”
Oliver nodded.
“St.
Jude’s is excellent.”
“We haven’t discussed sending him away.”
“He needs discipline.”
“He’s eleven.”