My Son Threw Me Out Of His Wedding For His Fiancée. The Next Morning, He Called Asking For The Ranch Keys. – The Archivist

to take care of me! You’d get the insurance money and you could move on and—”

“And you’d get to live,” I finished coldly. “With a new name. A new life. And $200,000 to start over with.”

He looked away.

“Did you ever love me?” I asked quietly. “Or was I just… convenient? Just part of the plan?”

“Of course I loved you,” he whispered. “I still do.”

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