My fiancé forgot to hang up. I was about to end the call when I heard his mother sneer, “She’s so insolent. How long do you have to tolerate her?” I stayed silent, waiting for his response. He chuckled softly. “Just a little longer. Once we’re at the altar, I already have a plan to take everything and make her disappear.” He thought I was his ticket to a billion-dollar lifestyle. He had no idea I was the architect of his nightmare. I didn’t cancel the wedding— I turned it into the day his entire future was buried.
Part 1: The Perfect Facade The pen scratching against the paper was loud in the.
