"This doesn't look bad, Connor. It's bad. ”
"We just need help getting through tonight. ”
"You mean you need help. It's funny, since Vivian made it clear that my presence would ruin the aesthetic. ”
He exhaled loudly. "She was wrong. ”
"That's the first honest thing anyone in your family has said to me. ”
"Please", he said, and now there was real desperation in it. "If this explodes, it won't just be humiliating. The place threatens legal action. Vivian's family is already blaming us. My parents are panicking. Ethan says you have the funds. "I did. Years of smart investing, a recent bond, and an inheritance I kept separate for a reason. But having the money and giving it away wasn't even remotely the same.
"These are my terms", I said. Silence.
“First, I don't send a cent to Vivian, her father, or you personally. I send it directly to the location after speaking with the financial manager and getting the invoice. ”
“Good. ”
“Secondly, Ethan signs a post-marital agreement when he returns home. ”
What? ”
"You heard me. ”
"That's between you two. ”
"It became your business the moment you called me. Didn't argue.
"Third, before the reception restarts, Vivian makes a public announcement thanking me for saving her wedding. ”
"Claire, she never—"
"Then enjoy the dried chicken and the police reports. ”
He muttered something away from the phone, then came back sounding devastated. "Anything else? ”
"Yes", I said. "Your brother flies to Rome tomorrow. Alone. ”I realized that I was not invited to my brother-in-law's wedding just three days before it took place, and not because anyone had the courtesy to let me know. I knew this because my husband, Ethan, left an embossed cream invitation on the kitchen counter while he showered, as if he could overlook my exclusion. The envelope only had one name: Mr. Ethan Cole. Without «and companion». Sin «Mr. and Mrs.». Only him.