Before our wedding, I had insisted on a prenup. It wasn’t because I thought he would take advantage of me, but because after years of navigating divorce with money involved, I knew better.
He hesitated at first, saying it felt unromantic. But I told him flatly, “If this is about love, then a piece of paper won’t scare you.” He signed it — though his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes after that.
Things changed soon after.
He hesitated at first,
saying it felt unromantic.
Caleb’s hand touched mine. “He’s still in litigation, and he didn’t disclose any of this to Rowan. We have to tell her.”
“But she won’t believe it if it comes from us,” I said, my voice breaking. “Not in private — not when he’s in control.”
He looked at me. “Then let’s make it public.”
And that’s when the plan formed.
“Then let’s make it public.”
Back inside, the reception was in full swing. The room glowed warmly with candles and laughter. People clinked glasses and posed for photos in front of the flower wall. Rowan was radiant in her ivory dress, seated beside Arthur, who looked every bit the proud husband. It was surreal.
Everyone was celebrating, and yet my heart was pounding like a warning bell.