She took the microphone and turned directly to me.
“Vanessa, if you don’t give up your inheritance rights to the ten condos your grandfather left you, this wedding is canceled.”
Silence filled the room.
My inheritance had been a problem ever since Ethan’s family learned about it. My grandfather had left me ten fully paid condos in Florida, protected under a trust. I never flaunted them. I still worked, paid my own expenses, and lived independently. But to Linda, those properties were something she wanted control over.
For months, she had pushed for changes—prenups, joint ownership, “family discussions.” I refused every time.
Ethan had always told me to ignore her.