Finding out your wedding is canceled, your home is being sold, and your fiancé has misrepresented fundamental aspects of your life together—all before noon on what was supposed to be your wedding day.
Blake winced.
“When you put it that way…” He exhaled heavily. “I’m not here to ask you to change your mind about the house or the wedding. I understand why you’ve made these decisions.”
That surprised me.
“Do you?”
“I think so,” he said slowly. “After you laid everything out this morning, I had a long conversation with my parents. Then with Amber. Things became clearer.”
“In what way?”
Blake stared at his hands.
“My entire relationship with Amber has been built on certain assumptions—about her background, her resources, her values. Finding out she deliberately fostered misconceptions… that she was ashamed of you to the point of constructing elaborate fictions…”
He shook his head.
“It makes me question everything.”
“Including whether you want to marry her,” I suggested gently.
He looked up, troubled.
“Is it wrong that I’m asking myself that question after four years together… on what was supposed to be our wedding day?”
“Better today than tomorrow,” I said. “Or next year, when children might be involved.”
Blake nodded slowly.
“My parents have taken a suite at the Grand Hotel downtown,” he told me. “They’ve offered to let us stay there while we figure things out. Amber is… not handling things well.”
“I wouldn’t expect her to,” I said. “Her carefully constructed world is collapsing.”
“She keeps saying you’ll change your mind,” he admitted. “That once you’ve made your point, you’ll cancel the house sale and help us reschedule the wedding.”
He studied my face carefully.
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