“Of course I’m sure.” He grinned. “I’m the groom. I should do something besides show up and look handsome. You can just transfer your share of the payment before the wedding.”
So while I focused on color swatches and endless conversations about flowers, he handled the administrative work.
Whenever we finalized something, he would show me the invoice and write down how much I owed for my half.
We were building a life together. Nothing about it seemed strange.
If anything, it felt responsible. Like a true partnership.
Three months before the wedding, I came home early from work after a client meeting was canceled.
Nick’s car was already in the driveway.
I smiled when I saw it. He was supposed to be working late, and my first thought was that we might get an unexpected quiet evening together.
I slipped inside quietly, kicking off my heels near the door.
Then I heard voices in the living room.
“Andrea still has no idea,” Lori said.
Nick snorted. “Of course she doesn’t. She trusts us completely.”
I froze. What did I not know about?
Then Lori added, lowering her voice, “So when are you actually dumping her, baby?”
What?
Nick chuckled. “Once the wedding day comes, we’ll handle it. B
