“She’s his sister,” she said.
“And she paid for this house.”
The room fell silent.
Within hours, the wedding reception ended.
The Aftermath
My father called the next morning furious.
“You ruined your brother’s wedding,” he said.
“No,” I replied calmly.
“I sold my property.”
Dalton later called too—first threatening to sue, then apologizing.
Seventeen years too late.
