He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 16
Ten days before my sister’s wedding, a crisis erupted.
Her premarital asset settlement was short six major properties.
My mother was so frantic she didn’t sleep all night.
The reason was simple.
Over the years, the Crawford family had spent a fortune on the best Healers and recovery programs for my sister, not to mention helping my brother secure his position with the Royal Council. Their liquid assets were thin.
When my sister turned eighteen, my mother had already given her a large portion of her private holdings. Now, preparing for a wedding and a new residence, the family finances were stretched to their limit.
I found out while trying on wedding gowns at my aunt’s house.
My mother came to find me herself.
She took in the room—the neatly lined-up gowns, the jewelry, the asset documents—her expression a complicated mix of envy and desperation.
My aunt sneered.
“Margaret, I doubt you came all this way just to admire Adeline’s trousseau.”
My mother looked uncomfortable.
“I need to speak to Adeline alone.”
My aunt didn’t budge.
“Then say it here.”
Forced, my mother turned to me.
“Adeline.”
I already had a good idea of what was coming.
Sure enough, she began, “The Westmoor Pack has given you an incredibly generous premarital settlement, and your aunt has added so much of her own private property. You’ll never be able to use it all yourself.”
I lowered my gaze and said nothing.
My mother pressed on. “Your sister is still short six items on her list. I want to transfer a few sets of jewelry, some gowns, and two of your investment accounts to her.”
My aunt laughed out loud.
“When she turned eighteen, didn’t you already take from Adeline’s assets once?”
My mother’s face went rigid.
My aunt, realizing her slip, fell silent.
The room went quiet.
Slowly, I looked at my mother.
“What does she mean?”
She said nothing.
I stood up.
“The two commercial properties Grandmother left me when I was twelve—you told me they were sold after the business failed.”
The color drained from her face.
And in that instant, I understood everything.
The properties had never been sold.
My mother had transferred them into the first independent asset package she prepared for my sister. That marriage arrangement had fallen through, but the properties had remained in Victoria’s name ever since.
And I was only finding out now.