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
“Ninety-four thousand dollars.”
She looked surprised.
“You know?”
“I checked.”
She nodded.
“Grandma said he’d never get ahead with the judgments hanging over him.
Then she found your house.”
I closed my eyes.
“And the trust?”
“They thought they could get you to sign something giving Oliver access or control.”