Court judgments.
Loans he had never told me about.
I looked up at the man I’d loved since I was eight.
A total I could barely comprehend.
“You faked a terminal illness so we could marry in a hurry. You planned to use your position as my spouse to access my trust, steal the money, and disappear.”
“It’s not that simple…”
He reached for my hand.
I pulled it back.
“You wore that ridiculous bow tie, Ben. You said it was the best day of your life. And the whole time, you were counting the days until you could bury me in paperwork and disappear.”
I pulled it back.
“You don’t understand the pressure I was under.”
“You’re right. I don’t. And I never will.”
The attorneys began laying out the annulment papers, the fraud complaint, and the trust freeze.
Ben’s voice sharpened into something I’d never heard in twenty years.
“You’ll regret this.”
“No,” I said, picking up my purse. “I regret the twenty years before it.”
“And I never will.”
I turned and walked out.
The hallway felt longer than any aisle I’d imagined walking down.
And somehow, lighter too.
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