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
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