a token amount… and that my parents were handling the major expenses while we covered the rest.”
“Another creative interpretation of reality,” I said, my tone measured despite the anger simmering beneath it.
“The reality is that I liquidated investments, took a loan against my 401(k), and depleted most of my savings to give Amber the wedding she demanded.”
Victoria’s face transformed from skeptical to thunderous.
“So all those meetings where you graciously thanked us for our generosity… were based on a fiction.”
“Yes,” I said. “A fiction Amber
