He Drew $9 For Our Wedding. Another Man Offered a Million Chapter 02

He Drew $9 For Our Wedding. Another Man Offered a Million Chapter 02

Hundreds of wooden sticks—

and not a single one over ten dollars.

My vision blurred, “Five years together. You’ve been lying to me for five years.”

I’d always thought it was just bad luck.

Turns out, it was their way of mocking me.

Blair tossed the sticks aside and dusted off her hands, “Lena, enough.”

“A little acting goes a long way. Finn likes you—he’s willing to play the fool.”

“But not everyone is.”

Finn wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumb, “Blair. That’s enough.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’ve known Finn for over twenty years.”

“He can’t stand seeing people cry.”

“But you two had just started dating when you said your family farm needed money—ten thousand. Wasn’t that a bit much?”

“He drew five dollars that night. We happened to be drinking a thousand-dollar bottle of wine.”

She leaned on her hand, continuing,

“Then you said your dad needed a heart stent—a thousand for the checkup.”

“We were in Hawaii at the time. I used his phone to book a private jet—fifty thousand.”

“Then I transferred you 9.9 out of pity.”

“Not that you’re not good at what you do.”

“But our money isn’t as easy to take as you think.”

I listened to her condescending tone.

I stared at Finn for a long time.

I worked in research—about seven thousand a month in freelance income.

The lottery was never about fairness.

It was about them deciding I wasn’t worthy.

The first time they looked at me, they saw cheapness in my bones.

Finn’s mother spoke up, “Finn, go check on the food.”

He glanced at me, then left.

I felt nothing.

My father stepped in front of me, “That’s enough.”

“If you’re not sincere, this wedding is off.”

My mother took my hand and headed for the door.

Finn’s mother set down her glass with a soft clink.

Blair added, “Mrs. Sterling, don’t be upset.”

“People from the countryside just have no manners.”

“Trash.”

My father turned, his hands shaking with anger.

I grabbed his medicine and made him take it.

But his breathing grew worse.

He collapsed.

Blair smirked, “Faking it well.”

I didn’t have time for her. I turned to Finn’s mother,

“Mrs. Sterling, please—have your driver take my father to the hospital.”

“He has a heart condition. We can’t wait!”

She sipped her wine. Didn’t look at me.

Blair laughed, “Planning to squeeze one last payout from Finn?”

I knew what I had to do.

I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.

Minutes passed. Sweat soaked my back.

When the paramedics arrived, Blair blocked the door,

“Who let you in? Get out!”

I pushed her aside, “Move!”

She stumbled backward—just as Finn returned.

“Finn, your mother’s been bullied,” she said, leaning against his chest,

“And look—they’ve got someone on the floor.”

“This family is just here for money!”

Finn’s eyes narrowed at my father’s body on the ground.

But after hearing Blair, he relaxed.

He frowned at me, “Apologize to Blair. And get your father up.”

Even though I’d already given up on him, it still hurt.

I pushed him away.

My father was finally lifted onto the stretcher.

Finn grabbed my arm, “If you want to marry me, apologize to Blair.”

“Finn. We’re not getting married.”

I pulled free and followed the stretcher.

I stepped on the engagement cake that had fallen to the ground.

“Lena,” he called after me, “you’ll come back and apologize.”

I didn’t look back.