The Wedding Invitation That Broke My Ex-Husband

“I remember very clearly what you promised,” I said, holding the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. My voice was steady, though pain pulsed beneath it. “You said you’d take care of all my dad’s hospital bills if I agreed to become your wife. Does that offer still stand?”

A low laugh answered me. “So you finally stopped worshiping Luther and realized he’s garbage? Took you long enough to notice I’m the one who’d actually stand by you.”

I swallowed hard. “I see it now,” I murmured, barely audible. “I’ll end things with him. Pick me up next week.”