The kitchen went silent as Martha’s voice played back, clearly discussing how to trick me into signing quickly.
Wyatt collapsed into his chair. “Bridget, listen. My mom was just being extra. I was under pressure.”
I looked at him with pure disgust. “Last night you called me a ‘trap’ that had already fallen. You didn’t want a wife. You wanted a paycheck.”
Austin put a protective hand on my shoulder. I told them that the lease on our new apartment was already canceled and my bank accounts were frozen.
“I’ve already started the annulment process for fraud,” I added.
Martha gasped. “Annulment?”
Wyatt stood up. “You can’t do this to me!”
“You married me to rob me,” I said with a cold laugh. “And you think you’re the victim?”
By noon, Austin had my bags in his truck. Sarah warned them that if they tried to keep any of my property, we would file criminal charges immediately.
Wesley carried my last bag to the car. “I’m sorry for my family,” he said quietly.
I hugged him. “You’re the only good thing in that house.”
Months later, the marriage was annulled. I didn’t lose a cent or a single brick of my house.
Wyatt ended up in debt and shamed by everyone who once thought he was a “good guy.” Martha lost her grip on everyone.
Sometimes people ask me how I felt that morning. The truth is, I buried a dream but I saved my life.
They expected a victim they could control. Instead, they found a woman who was ready to burn their plan to the ground.
