Chapter 8: The Price of a Perfect Wedding
David spent the entire night reading through the documents.
Every page revealed something new.
Stephie had not simply been angry.
She had been planning.
The expensive wedding.
The designer dress.
The luxury honeymoon.
The apartment she insisted they needed.
Everything suddenly looked different.
David had always thought Stephie wanted to build a life with him.
Now he wondered if she wanted the life he could provide.
The next morning, he met with his attorney.
The office was quiet.
The attorney, Rachel, flipped through the papers carefully.
“David, are you sure you want to know everything?””
He looked at her.
“Yes.””
Rachel nodded.
“Then you need to understand something. This document was prepared before your wedding.””
“I know.””
“It suggests she was protecting herself financially before the marriage began.””
David looked out the window.
“So she never trusted me.””
Rachel closed the folder.
“Or she knew exactly what she was doing.””
That sentence stayed with him.
Later that week, David confronted Stephie at their old apartment.
The place looked exactly the same.
Her shoes were near the door.
Her coffee mug was still on the counter.
Pictures from their relationship were still hanging on the wall.
It looked like a home.
But it no longer felt like one.
Stephie opened the door.
Her expression changed when she saw him.
“David.””
“We need to talk.””
She stepped aside.
“I knew you’d come back.””
He stopped.
“What?””
She smiled slightly.
“I knew you would calm down.””
David stared at her.
That confidence hurt more than anger would have.
“You really believe that?””
She frowned.
“What?””
“You believe I’m just angry.””
Stephie sighed.
“David, we both made mistakes.””
“No.””
Her face hardened.
“No?””
“I made one mistake.””
“What?””
“I ignored the warning signs.””
The words hit her.
She crossed her arms.
“So this is about my joke again?””
“No.””
He looked around the apartment.
“This is about everything.””
She became defensive.
“I loved you.””
David nodded.
“Maybe you did.””
Her expression softened.
“Then why are you acting like this?””
“Because love without respect destroys people.””
She looked away.
Then she said something quietly.
“Your mother always came first.””
David closed his eyes.
There it was again.
The same excuse.
The same jealousy.
“Stephie, my mother didn’t compete with you.””
“She didn’t have to.””
“What does that mean?””
Stephie looked at him.
“It means she already had your heart.””
David stared.
Because she truly believed love was something limited.
Like there was only one person allowed to matter.
David shook his head.
“That’s not how family works.””
“She made you feel guilty.””
“No.””
“She raised you to feel responsible for her.””
“No.””
“She always needed you.””
David stepped closer.
“And you know what she needed?””
Stephie said nothing.
“She needed kindness.””
Silence.
Then Stephie whispered:
“I made one mistake.””
David looked at her.
“One mistake doesn’t come with months of planning.””
Her face changed.
“What?””
“You prepared divorce papers before we even married.””
For the first time, fear appeared in her eyes.
“How did you—”
She stopped.
David noticed.
“How did I know?””
She looked away.
And that was enough.
“You knew I would find out.””
“No.””
But her voice lacked confidence.
David walked toward the door.
“David, wait.””
He stopped.
“I can fix this.””
He turned around.
“How?””
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came.
Because for the first time, she realized there was no apology big enough.
No excuse strong enough.
No joke she could hide behind.
As David left, Stephie grabbed her phone.
A few minutes later, she called someone.
Someone she had not spoken to since the wedding.
“Michael,” she whispered.
“We need to talk.””
But Michael’s answer was not what she expected.
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Because he said:
“I already told David everything.””
