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

Oliver answered.

“Not yet. She’s being cautious about the joint account.”

A pause.

Then Eleanor:

“You need the deed before the weekend. The house has equity, and the sister’s trust still has forty thousand dollars.”

Oliver sighed.

“I know, Mother.”

Then something worse.

“She thinks we’re putting it all toward the children’s future.”

I stared at the screen.