I Sold My House to Pay for My Grandson’s Dream Wedding – Then I Learned I Wasn’t Even Invited

At first, just a few: an aunt, a groomsman, someone holding a phone. Then more — quiet, listening, their faces changing as they understood what they were hearing.

Vanessa didn’t see them.

Noah went pale.

“You didn’t tell me any of this.”

“Because you would’ve made it a problem,” she said.

“Like you’re doing now.”

I finally spoke.

“Vanessa.”

She turned to me, irritated. “What?”

I nodded past her shoulder. “Everyone already knows.”

She frowned.

“Knows what?”

Vanessa turned.

Her breath caught.

Behind her stood at least 20 people.

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