“While trying on my wedding shoes, I overheard my future mother-in-law whisper,
“Are you sure she has no idea? We’ll take her apartment, her savings… then have her committed.”
I froze.
Then… I smiled.
Standing there in satin heels, I realized this wasn’t about embarrassment or a broken engagement—
They were planning to erase me entirely.
The fitting room curtain was slightly open, pins glinting along the hem of my dress as Patricia Vale’s voice slipped through.
“Are you absolutely certain she hasn’t caught on?”
Adrian let out a quiet laugh. “Elena? She’s too soft. She suspects nothing.”
My grip tightened on the strap of my shoe.
Patricia continued, her tone calm and calculated.
“Good. After the wedding, you’ll convince her to put your name on the apartment—and her accounts. Then we’ll document her ‘instability’—panic, paranoia, erratic behavior. With the right paperwork, a private facility will take her.”
The air seemed to vanish from my lungs.
My home.
My money.
My life.
Adrian sighed. “She’ll sign. She thinks love means trust.”
Patricia chuckled softly. “Girls like her always do.”
Outside, a sales assistant asked if everything fit.
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