“Karen, I had no idea,” Trent’s voice was laced with disbelief and hurt. “We’ve been arguing for days about the wedding expenses, but she never mentioned this. I’m so sorry.”
I could hear the ocean waves crashing softly in the background, a stark contrast to the turmoil unfolding in his life. I felt a pang of sympathy for my brother. He had always been the peacekeeper in our family, never one to stir conflict. But here he was, forced to confront a harsh truth on what should have been the happiest days of his life.
“Trent, I didn’t want to ruin your honeymoon,” I said gently, “but you needed to know. Maisie was so confused and hurt. She’s just a child.”
