“He forgot to hang up. I heard my fiancé whisper, ‘After the wedding, she’ll sign anything.’ I packed my kids at 2 a.m. and left. The next morning I saw the ‘document’—and realized what I escaped.

“Blush or ivory?” Owen asked, camera shaking as he walked through a hallway.

“Blush,” I said automatically, smiling despite the stress. “It’ll match the flowers.”

“Perfect,” he replied. “Hold on, my mom’s calling me.”

The screen went black, but I didn’t hang up. I figured he’d come right back. I set the phone against a vase and kept folding napkins.

Then I heard voices.

Not faint background noise—clear, close. The call was still connected.

Owen’s mother, Patricia, said, “Did you get her to sign it?”

Owen chuckled. “Almost. She’s nervous about paperwork, but after the wedding she’ll do anything I ask. She wants this so bad.”