The Christmas He Lost Her

Summary

Before Christmas Eve, all of Nowevik was betting.

Not on money. On me.

Would I finally pull the winning lot?

Would Leon Fabian finally take me to his family estate for Christmas?

The Fabians had a rule.

A new bride had to attend the Christmas Eve dinner with the whole family before she counted as one of them.

I'd been married five years.

Five years. The lot never landed on me.

I'd become Nowevik's favorite joke.

This year, the winning ticket went to a nightclub hostess. She lounged on Leon's lap and flicked it onto the table in front of me, smiling like she'd already won.