The Day She Dumped Me, I Cut Her Family Out of the Buyout

Five years I'd been gone, and I was finally back to propose to Doris Pruitt.

I'd packed a truck with gifts—every one hand-picked—but before I even made it through the gate, her mother flung a basin of dirty water straight into my face.

‘Deadbeat! The engagement between you and our Dory is off! Stop hanging around her!’

Her father tapped his pipe against his palm, eyes drifting to the small cargo truck parked behind me.

Then his gaze swept down to my work pants, washed so many times they'd gone white.