“I think I’m offering money I may not legally owe because I value peace more than revenge.”
He slammed his palm against the table.
Several diners turned.
“No.”
I stood.
“Then court it is.”
We left.
Outside, Rachel exhaled.
“That went about as badly as expected.”
Marcus shook his head.
“Why offer them anything?”
“Because I want this over.”
Rachel looked at me.
“Keep that offer open only if you genuinely mean it.”
“I do.”
Unfortunately, Mason wasn’t finished trying to punish me.
That Sunday morning, Tessa called at 6:14.
“Do not open Facebook yet.”
Of course, I opened Facebook.
My wedding picture was everywhere.
A local community page had posted it with the headline:
NEW BRIDE TAKES FAMILY’S MONEY AND ABANDONS HUSBAND LESS THAN 24 HOURS AFTER WEDDING.
Another account called me “The Dallas Runaway Bride.”
Someone had uploaded my full name.
My parents’ neighborhood.
The name of the company where Tessa worked.
