I nearly fell out of my chair.
Grandma went pale, begging him not to say such things.
But Ashley had heard him.
“Undo what?” she demanded.
Daniel stood and faced her.
“Our marriage.”
Ashley gave a strained laugh.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re going to ruin our wedding over a cake?”
“No, Ashley. The cake was never the problem.”
She pointed at me, accusing me of manipulating him and deliberately setting her up.
Daniel shook his head.
“She didn’t make this decision for me. You did, with your own words. I can’t build a life with someone who treats a vulnerable member of my family with that kind of contempt.”
Ashley protested that they were already legally married, but Daniel told her he’d deal with the legal process later. His decision was final.
Instead of apologizing, Ashley complained about how much money she’d spent making the wedding perfect.
Daniel looked at her for a long moment.
