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I walked in and stood beside her. “Surprise.”
His jaw clenched. “You went through my stuff? How dare you…”
He tried to laugh. “You’re a child. You don’t understand—”
“Don’t talk to her like that,” my mom cut in sharply.
“She’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.”
The silence that followed was loud.
Mike stood up, furious. “You think you can throw this in my face and what? I’ll just leave? This is my house.”
“No,” my mom said, calm and steady. “It’s mine. I bought it with George. Your name’s not on anything. You just sleep here. That ends tonight.”
His eyes darted between us. “You can’t be serious.”
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