Ashley stopped me at the door.
“We’re looking at houses after the honeymoon,” she said. “We know you have more savings.”
I told her I had spent everything.
She smiled.
“A woman your age doesn’t need much money,” she said. “Think of it as an investment.”
That night, I sat alone in my apartment, still wearing my coral dress, surrounded by photos of a life that suddenly felt like a lie.
The next morning, Ethan called.
“We’ll need help with the house,” he said. “It’s time you showed how much you love me.”
When I reminded him I had nothing left, he sighed.
“Don’t be dramatic.”
The line went dead.
That was the moment I stopped being silent.
I went to my bedroom and opened a drawer I hadn’t touched in years.
And everything changed.
I went to my bedroom and opened the dresser drawer I hadn’t touched in
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