One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

to stand beside me.

I reached toward my purse.

I was going to pay.

Not because Christina was right.

Not because I owed her anything.

I simply wanted the humiliation to end.

Then a hand appeared beside the bill.

Someone calmly removed the folder from the table.

I looked up.

It was our waiter.

The same young man who had been glancing at me throughout dinner.

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