My daughter-in-law ripped off my wife’s wig at my son’s wedding, revealing the traces of months of treatment while some guests laughed. I went on stage, covered my wife with my jacket, and opened the wedding envelope… When she saw the documents inside, her smile suddenly…

I pulled a pen from my pocket and tapped the clause marked 4.B.

“And I am requesting full repayment tonight.”

Lucas’s knees nearly gave out. He stumbled backward and caught himself against the DJ booth.

“I’m ruined,” he whispered. “I don’t have that kind of money.”

I turned to Jennifer. Her panic shifted into rage. Her fists clenched at her sides.

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