Patricia added sharply, “Make sure the prenup protects the house. And the clause about benefits—your father doesn’t want you stuck paying for children that aren’t yours.”
Owen replied casually, “Relax. The lawyer handled it. She won’t know what she’s signing.”
They laughed. Laughed.
Then Patricia said the sentence that ended everything.
“Just get her down the aisle. After that, she’s ours to manage.”
Owen answered confidently, “She won’t leave. Not with kids. She needs me.”
I looked toward the hallway where Liam and Sophie were sleeping. They didn’t need him. They needed me.
At 2:13 a.m., I packed two duffel bags, important documents, my emergency savings, and my children. By 3:04 a.m., we were driving away. Tomorrow wasn’t my wedding day. It was my escape.
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