Henry’s face went ghost–white, like someone had just told him his favorite team lost the Super Bowl. Even his whole posture caved in like a deflated lawn chair.
“What? No way. You wouldn’t give me up! You’re lying!” he sputtered. “I don’t believe it!”
Then he went full–on meltdown mode.
The security guards came. They tackled him and pinned him to the floor. He squirmed around like a fish out of water.
And me? Yeah, I didn’t feel bad. Not even a little.
Henry and I? We were over. Like, forever over.
***
Later, Suzie spilled the tea: Henry took Betty to court for fraud and stealing his property.
Even when Betty whipped out the “unborn child” card, begging him not to ruin her, Henry didn’t flinch.
So, naturally, Betty ran to my mom, sobbing and begging for backup.
But once Henry dragged all her dirty laundry into the light, my mom finally woke up. She kicked Betty out without so much as a
second thought.
Betty? Oh, she lost it. Full–on meltdown. She grabbed a knife and went after my mom.
Luckily, a servant jumped in, and the knife just grazed my mom’s hand. Still, people said my mom hit the floor, shaking, crying
my name.
Somewhere in the chaos, Betty tripped and lost the baby.
And me? I shrugged it all off. Just another day in their twisted soap opera. None of it was my problem anymore.
Before I knew it, my wedding day with Ray had rolled around.
True to his word, he showed up with the most jaw–dropping dress. The design was so intricate and elegant, it almost felt too
