“You won’t let her. And you definitely won’t let her talk to Wesley,” Martha snapped. “That boy watches everything too closely.”
Wesley was Wyatt’s younger brother. He was the only one who had stayed quiet during dinner and the only one who looked at me with pity when Martha interrupted me.
I retreated to my room and stared at my wedding dress hanging on the door. Just a few hours ago, I was a happy bride, but now I realized I was just prey in a house full of hunters.
I thought about screaming or running, but a cold instinct told me to stay calm. I grabbed my phone and texted Wesley. “I heard everything. They want to steal my house. Please help me, and don’t tell them I know.”
He responded in seconds. “Stay quiet. Don’t go out the front door. I’m coming through the side porch.”
When he slipped into the room, his face was pale. “I am so sorry,” he whispered. “I knew they were capable of a lot, but I didn’t think they’d use a wedding to ruin someone.”
My eyes blurred with tears. “You said they’ve done this before? What does that mean?”
Wesley sighed and looked at the floor. “You aren’t the first person they’ve used. You’re just the first one they’ve tried to take everything from.”