ger to build with Chloe, my fiancée of a decade. Our wedding, a meticulously planned ex
ce, delivered words that detonated my entire world: "I
ed mother's "dying wish" for her to settle him. My shock curdled as she explained it was "just a formality"
fabricated apologies came, they were delivered with Liam's leftovers, the subtle taunt a final blow. What was this absurd wish, this sudden, desperate need
he supposed woman of my dreams, prioritized a con artist