I was standing at the altar, holding my fiancé Dustin’s hands, when my sister Valerie stepped forward to “fix” my veil.
Instead of adjusting the lace, she shoved a thick manila envelope against my stomach.
“Sign over your inheritance rights to Mom’s five apartments,” she whispered, her smile perfectly frozen for the guests. “Right now. Or the wedding is canceled.”
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