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

Eleanor’s granddaughter.

A quiet young woman who usually stayed near the edge of family gatherings.

I’d liked her from the beginning.

She treated the children kindly and never joined Eleanor’s jokes about my old car.

Now she looked frightened.

She rolled the window down only a few inches.

“Sharon.”

I approached.

“Chelsea?

Is something wrong?”