I cut Grayson's mother off. "Mrs. Miller, I've already broken up with Grayson. If something happened, you should call Hazel. Don't call me anymore. It's not like you ever approved of me and my family anyway, right?"On the other end of the line, her voice turned sharp with anger. "Mia, what is that supposed to mean? How much has Grayson done for you? He nearly tore our family apart to marry you. And now that something's happened to him, this is your attitude?"I stayed silent, thinking back to when Grayson and I first got together.Back then, I thought his family was just a little better off than mine. I didn't realize he came from real wealth. Three months into the relationship, his mother found me. No cliché movie moment of throwing a check at me. She just sat there, looked me up and down, took a sip of her coffee, and said, elegantly, "Mia, I heard you're from a small town down south? I don't know if you're familiar with a term we use up north when families talk about marriage.
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