my engagement ring and set it beside his champagne glass.
“The prenup was my counter-offer,” I said. “This is my final answer.”
He called seventeen times that night.
By morning, the calls had turned into apologies, accusations, then promises that his mother would “stay out of our marriage.”
I blocked him.
I did not ruin his career or empty his accounts. I simply stopped shielding him from his own decisions.
Without moving into my condo, he had to keep living in his heavily financed unit. Without rental income, there was
