The Wedding Crasher's Comeuppance
audacity of it was staggering. This was the man I almost married, the man I broke up with because he d
final fight like
ed by moving boxes. It was supposed to be our fu
smooth and persuasive. "It' s about showing we' re a team.
gued, trying to stay calm. "My parents gave me the down p
"So that' s it? It' s always about your family' s money, isn' t it? You' re just lik
arity case. He said if I truly loved him, I would prove
s test. I t
n' t understand real struggle. He moved out, and I moved back in with my parents to sav
t just back, but treating my property
elled, my voice c
etched with concern. I didn' t have to say muc
. My mom gasped, her ha
ard," my d
rabbing my car keys from the hook by th
you," my dad said,
this myself first. Bu
ery red light felt like a personal insult. How did he even get in? He had a key once, but
oise or the party. It was a violation. He had taken the one place that was
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