I grabbed my purse and ran for the door, tears streaming down my face.
Ben followed me outside, apologizing over and over, but the damage was done.
Later that week, he told me the truth in a voice that sounded like surrender.
“They threatened to cut me off financially.”
“If I marry you, I lose everything. My trust fund, my job at Dad’s firm, all of it.”
“Then choose me,” I whispered. “We’ll figure it out together.”
He looked at me with so much pain in his eyes.
“I want to, Steph. God, I want to. But I can’t.”
And that was it.
The man I thought I’d spend my life with chose money over me.
