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
“Sharon, we’re getting married Saturday.”
“I know.”
“You can’t keep postponing every decision.”
“I can postpone signing documents I haven’t agreed to.”
His face tightened.
Then he smiled again.
“Of course.”
He moved the pen toward me.
“Take your time.”
I picked up the form.