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

The whole place always smelled like her. Lavender soap, Earl Grey tea, and that faint powdery perfume she never stopped wearing.

Paul came with me to the funeral, holding my hand so tightly it almost hurt. I remember glancing at him during the service.

His jaw was tense. His eyes looked damp and tired.

I thought he was grieving with me.

I thought he understood. But now I’m not so sure.

After the service, while the girls stayed with my sister, I went back to Grandma’s house alone to collect the last of her things. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to it.

Not yet.

Paul wasn’t happy about that.

“We need the money, not your memories,” he said, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, his voice low but edged with irritation.

I turned to look at him, confused. “The money? Paul, it’s barely been three days since she passed.

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