Here’s a shorter version that preserves the key events and emotions:
Growing up, Noah and I were inseparable despite our six-year age gap—he was my protector, my confidant, and my best friend. Even as adults, we kept our bond strong through weekly coffee dates and birthday traditions.
That all began to change when he met Vanessa.
At first, she seemed perfect—charming, polite, and her two kids were sweet. But little things felt off: her odd smiles at family traditions, questions about the lake house, and an unusual interest in our inheritance.
Noah proposed, and though we all played along, something was always slightly tense. Vanessa’s kids began calling him “Daddy,” and my mom worried he felt pressured. Then Easter dinner happened.
After a pleasant start, Vanessa suddenly brought up the prenup. She accused us of treating her children like outsiders and demanded they be included in our family inheritance. I calmly explained they weren’t Noah’s biological kids, and while we care for them, inheritance stays within the bloodline.
She called us cruel and unfair. Noah promised college funds, but that wasn’t enough for her—she wanted full equality, or nothing.
So I asked one question: “Will your family include our future children in their inheritance?” She said no. “Exactly,” I replied.
The room went silent. Vanessa lashed out, calling us greedy, and stormed away from the table. I told her clearly: cross our boundaries again, and the wedding won’t be the only thing we rethink.
Three weeks have passed since that day. Still no word from her.
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