“Don’t you dare.”
Claire ignored him.
“Remember that message about having something we needed?”
My heart started pounding.
I nodded.
She looked toward the living room.
“This house, that’s what he meant.”
I stared at her.
Claire swallowed.
“Mark told me your father had left you a valuable property. He said that once you married, he would convince you to put his name on the deed.”
I felt cold.
“He said that?”
She nodded.
“He told me he would sell the house eventually, and we could use the money to start over.”
Mark shouted, “SHE’S LYING!”
But Claire took out her phone.
She showed me a message from six months earlier.
It was from my husband.
Once her name is off the house, everything becomes easier. Just give me time.
My hands began trembling.
Suddenly, I remembered something.
Two months earlier, Mark had repeatedly encouraged me to refinance the house.
He had told me it would help us prepare financially for the baby.
