They Called Me “The Whale”-But the Head Cheerleader Chose Me for Prom. Twenty Years Later, Fate Gave Me a Chance to Repay Her

Then I frowned.

“Then why are you here?”

Ethan looked toward the snow falling outside.

“Because timing matters.”

He reached down and lifted a black briefcase onto the table.

I stared at it.

“What is that?”

“Open it.”

“No.”

“Please.”

Reluctantly, I did.

Inside sat stacks of hundred-dollar bills.

Perfectly arranged.

Neatly bundled.

I continue reading …