them both.
Daniel thought my condos were my greatest assets.
He had no idea they were barely the beginning.
Patricia tapped the documents.
“Sign.”
Daniel whispered, “Please don’t ruin our future over some real estate.”
I studied the man I had planned to marry.
Then I noticed something remarkable.
He wasn’t nervous.
He was confident.
They truly believed I would surrender rather than endure public humiliation.
So I smiled.
“Okay.”
Patricia’s face brightened.
Daniel exhaled.
Then I reached past the documents and picked up the microphone from the wedding band’s
