She was thr0wn out by his family—only for them to realize too late that the house was hers all along.

stayed silent on her end.

“I didn’t do anything,” I said.

“Do not play games with me,” my mother snapped. “Your father is on the phone with the bank. Camille is hysterical. Martin’s mother is threatening legal action. You need to come home right now and fix this.”

“Fix what?”

The word left my mouth softly.

That made her angrier.

“The house,” she said.

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