After My Grandma’s Death, My Husband Rushed Me to Sell Her House — When I Learned the Reason, I Was Furious and Made Him Regret It

When Paul walked in the next morning, still in his button-down and tie, I was waiting for him in the kitchen.

“Where are the girls?” he asked casually, setting down his keys.

“At my sister’s,” I replied, staring at him.

“I needed to talk to you first.”

His smile faded. “Mira, what’s going on?”

I took a deep breath. “Why were you pressuring my grandmother before she died?

What did you need the money for?”

He froze.

His lips parted, but no words came out at first. Then he gave a short, fake laugh. “What are you even talking about?

Did someone say something to you at the funeral? You’re tired, Mira. You’re grieving.

I get it.”

“No,” I said, quietly but firmly. “Don’t do that. Don’t try to gaslight me.”

He shifted uncomfortably.

“This is ridiculous.”

“I found her letter, Paul. I found everything. The deed is in my name.

She wrote it all down. Every single thing you told her.”

That’s when I saw it, the flicker of fear behind his eyes. The mask started to slip.

“She misunderstood,” he said quickly.

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