I Sold My House for the Wrong Man

He sold his house a month before our wedding—and didn’t even tell me until it was done. At first, I tried to brush off the unease, but a lawyer’s question made me wonder if I knew the man I was about to marry at all. Every text, every excuse, every strange suggestion—renting, investing, splitting everything fifty-fifty—only made things murkier. When I tested him with a lie of my own, his mask slipped, and what I found at his supposed house shocked me. Now, with the wedding looming, I have to decide: is Lucas hiding a harmless secret, or am I about to walk down the aisle with a stranger? What else has he been keeping from me?