“I paid half the mortgage for eight years, Evan. I have the receipts.”
“Listen to me,” he hissed, a new, jagged edge in his voice. “I have a lawyer. And I have Nicole—the nurse from the clinic. She’s willing to testify that you were incapacitated after the surgery. Delirious. Making ‘hasty romantic decisions’ with a stranger in your room. If you fight me on the condo, I’ll have you declared legally unfit.”
I felt the blood drain from my extremities. The threat was so calculated, so surgically precise in its cruelty.
Cliffhanger: I hung up the phone and looked at Mark, who was sitting across the table. I realized then that Evan wasn’t just trying to take my home—he was trying to steal my sanity.
Chapter 7: The Logic of the Heart
I told Mark everything. I expected him to be outraged, or perhaps to back away now that the “mess” had become legal. Instead, his face took on a chilling, professional stillness.
