And just like that, whatever hope I had left died.
That tiny seed of doubt? It had grown into something massive, its roots twisting tight around my heart.
On the other side of the wall, Deke kept talking.
“Honey, once you’re back, I’ll buy you a big house. Don’t worry—I’ve got plenty of money!”
I let out a quiet laugh.
Plenty of money? What a joke.
Sixty-seven grand in that account—more than fifty of it was mine.
***
The next morning, I yanked Deke out of bed, ready to drag him to the County Clerk’s Office.
That’s when he finally panicked.
Huddled under the blankets, he refused to move. “Babe, this is all happening so fast. I—I think I have pre-wedding anxiety…”
