Brandon’s confidence shattered instantly upon hearing that.
I offered to return one hundred thousand dollars in exchange for a quick divorce, an agreement without harassment, and a written apology from him. I did not do this because I owed them money, but because I desperately wanted to close that painful chapter of my life for good.
Brandon slammed his heavy fist on the wooden table.
“I will not accept your miserable crumbs,” he barked.
“Then we will see each other in front of a judge,” I replied as I stood up to leave.
I thought they would wait for the court date, but I was completely wrong about their cruelty.
The following Sunday, my wedding photograph appeared in several Facebook groups and local pages under a terrible headline. It read that a woman had scammed a good family and abandoned her husband twenty-four hours after the wedding.
They had published my full name, Jessica’s design business, and my parents’ neighborhood. Hundreds of strangers were insulting me in the comments, and some were even asking for my address to find me.
