Confusion Over The Prenup
Robbie leaned back in his chair, his eyes sharp. “Tom, tell me about the prenup,” he asked, pulling up memories I hadn’t revisited in years. “The prenup?” I echoed, caught off guard. Suddenly, I was back at the wedding day, pen in hand, tension thick in the air with Lisa’s parents watching. “It was something her parents insisted on,” I admitted, dismissing it back then as a formality. Robbie’s expression told me otherwise—like there was more to it than I had ever realized.
Confusion Over The Prenup
Lisa’s Parents’ Demands
I could still picture Susan and Richard during those hectic wedding preparations, unyielding in their demand for a prenuptial agreement. At the time, I thought it unnecessary, even insulting, but they wouldn’t compromise. Their fear was clear—they didn’t want Lisa’s wealth jeopardized by me, someone from a modest background. “Alright, if it makes you feel better,” I’d said, signing without hesitation or foresight. That decision, once insignificant, now loomed large as the very document that could turn everything around.
Lisa’s Parents’ Demands
