Below it was a formal agreement containing a payment schedule. The amount was enormous—more money than Ben could have earned in years.
The document promised him a six-figure settlement in exchange for marrying Rosie.
My parents had signed it.
Ben had signed it too.
A scream escaped me before I could stop it.
“You accepted money to marry my sister?”
“I can explain.”
“Explain what?” I shouted. “That you stood at the altar and promised to love her while my parents were paying you?”
Ben’s face crumpled.
“I never kept the money.”
I laughed bitterly.
“That doesn’t make this better.”
