By the third Thanksgiving, I couldn’t stay silent any longer.
Lisa had outdone herself. Her home looked like something from a decorating magazine. A catered feast, expensive wine, picture-perfect place settings.
“Hey,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady, “We need to talk about the money. It’s been three years.”
The air went still. Lisa’s smile dropped.
“You’re really bringing this up during dinner?” she asked, her tone sharp.
Rick leaned back in his chair, smirking. “That little paper you had us sign? That won’t hold up in court.”
“I’m not talking about court,” I replied. “I’m talking about integrity.”
Lisa slammed her fork down. “You said you’d be fine without it!”
“That didn’t mean it was a gift,” I said quietly.
“You’re acting like we stole from you,” she snapped.
Legal Advice Brought No Comfort
The following week, I sat in a lawyer’s office. I handed over the signed agreement, still hoping there was some chance of legal protection.
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