I lifted another sheet—the one he truly never expected to see. A completed sales contract.
He went pale. “You… you sold the house?”
I nodded. “Our home.
The one legally in my name. Remember that day we bought it? You couldn’t go on the mortgage because your debt load was too high.”
Claire whispered, “Oh, this just keeps getting better.”
“And here,” I continued, sliding over one more page, “is the bank confirmation.
The transfer clears tomorrow morning.”
Andrew’s face contorted. “You can’t do this!”
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