“The funds have cleared, and the new owners take possession of the property on Monday morning at 8:00,” I explained, ignoring my son and keeping my eyes on the bride. “I packed up my belongings days ago. I also packed up all of yours. Your boxes are currently sitting on the front porch. You might want to grab them before it rains tomorrow.”
The silence in the room was absolute.
You could have heard a pin drop.
“Oh, and David,” I added, “since you are a married man now, I removed myself as the guarantor on the credit cards covering this venue. The final bill is in your name. Good luck.”
Vanessa’s facade completely shattered.
She dropped the empty champagne flute, the glass shattering on the hardwood floor.
“No, wait. Where are we supposed to live? We don’t have any money left,” she cried out, her voice cracking with pure panic.
She actually took a step toward me, her hands clasped together as if she were about to drop to her knees.
“Please, Denise, you can’t do this.”
“I already did,” I replied.
I set the microphone down on the DJ’s table.
I did not look back at David’s shocked face or Vanessa’s tearful breakdown.
I walked out the double doors of the country club, stepped into the cool night air, and got into my car.
Tomorrow, I would wake up in the Florida sun entirely…
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