The Prenup: Her Revenge

ere he had proposed to Amelia six years ago. It was a small, secluded rose garden with a white gazebo. He was down

is voice carried on the wind, e

rah' s shriek of delight wa

, he was erasing her, writing over their shared history with this cheap, tawdry affair. She stumbled back, away from the scene, and broke

nto anger. She would not let them break her. She would

planner from her "birthday" party. Amelia felt a bitter laugh escape her. David was l

as all so familiar. The style, the choices, they were all echoes of her own wedding. He w

ars. She drove for hours, with no destination in mind, just needing to escape the suffocating reality o

ed up on her phone. It was a message request o

hand, the gaudy diamond ring on her finger, resting on David' s ch

t just a passive participant, she was a malicious, taunting victor. Amelia' s hands trembled

s. Poster size. And get me the number for Mark, S

g into her driver' s side door. The world spun, a chaos of screeching metal and shattering

bbing through her entire body. The first person

bbing her hand. "The doctor said you have a concussio

, and felt a profound, chilling sense of dis

ce felt like a violation. Was this another one of his games? An opportunity to play t