Three Times and I'm Done
On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife.
"Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy."
This was the third time it happened.
Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode.
Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly.
I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead."
He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you."
Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around.
Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.