He Stole Our Future to Fund Her Wedding, So I Ruined Him Chapter 06

The day after I left, Evan noticed.

He sent me several photos.

The empty closet. The missing crystal ball. One of our matching cups gone from the sink.

“You took all your things?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because we broke up.”

Evan was quiet for a long time. At last, he sighed, sounding exasperated.

“Over the $88,000?”

“Nora, I told you. It was just an emergency.”

“And Claire’s your best friend. You couldn’t just abandon her, could you?”

I laughed without humor.

“Evan, that doesn’t excuse you for rushing to rescue her and keeping me in the dark.”

He had no answer. After a while, he changed the subject.

“Where did you go?”

“Home.”

He sounded relieved.

“Good. Stay with your parents for a couple of days and cool off.”

I ignored that and went on.

“Evan, I’m not cooling off. I meant it when I said we’re done.”

Either he hadn’t expected that, or he still thought I was speaking out of anger.

“Nora, can’t we talk this through?”

“We can talk when you give me my money back.”

Evan fell silent again.

“Take a few days to calm down. I’ll come get you.”

Then he hung up.

I stared at the dark screen and gave a bitter smile.

Here we were again.

Evan always thought I was making a fuss, that I was just angry for the moment.

He thought “next time” would make up for every gift he hadn’t bought me.

He thought he could explain away promising Claire $88,000 and I’d forgive him.

He thought taking everything I owned was just a tantrum I’d eventually get over on my own.

So he’d kept me waiting for five years.

He expected me to let it go even when he was about to marry someone else.

On the third day, Miles texted me.

[Your evidence is airtight. Once we get to court, we’ll recover every dollar.]

I thanked him.

On the fourth day, Miles told me in a strangely mysterious tone that he had the legal notice ready.

He’d even picked the perfect day to send it.

I didn’t know what he meant by “perfect day.” I found out soon enough.

The fifth day was Evan and Claire’s engagement party.

Our old college group chat filled with photos and videos from the event.

In one video, Evan wore a white suit and Claire a mermaid-cut white gown with a long train.

Her dress had the simple lace she liked, and she carried a bouquet of deep red roses.

Claire’s parents smiled through tears as her father escorted her to Evan. Claire looked shy and happy.

When the two stood face-to-face, the host was about to ask them to make their promises to each other.

Then the screen behind them flickered.

A document headed [NOTICE OF CIVIL CLAIM] filled it.

It named Evan as the defendant and me, Nora Price, as the plaintiff.

The account of what had happened, the evidence, and the date of the hearing were all displayed for everyone

to see.

Evan and Claire stared at the screen for a full two minutes.

The guests started murmuring. They were still standing there.

“So he used his girlfriend’s money to marry her best friend?”

“Oh my God. How could they be so shameless?”

“And I thought they were an actual couple.”

“Me too. Why didn’t Evan say anything at the reunion? He just let his girlfriend sit there alone?”

“What a jerk!”

The shouting grew louder. Someone even threw salad greens and juice toward the stage.

In seconds, Evan’s white suit and Claire’s dress were a mess.

The video ended there.

The college group chat exploded.

Everyone had a different take.

Most of them were furious with Evan and Claire.

Quite a few people messaged me privately to apologize. I didn’t answer any of them.

I opened the group chat once more, saved the video, and left it.

Then I forwarded the video to Miles.

[This was your perfect day?]

He replied at once.

[They picked the date. Seemed a shame to waste it.]