He thought I’d bury my brother quietly. He thought I’d still say “I do.”
He didn’t know I had the security footage of him forcing my brother to sign the death waiver.Â
He didn’t know his grandmother had signed the entire Vance empire over to me.Â
And when his knee slammed into my stomach and killed the one thing he’d wanted for three years—He really didn’t know I was about to walk down that aisle barefoot, in a blood-soaked wedding dress, holding every receipt.