My Fiancé Planned to Sell My House and Send My Son Away After Our Wedding—So I Left a Blue Folder Beside His Mother’s Plate at the Rehearsal Dinner
“No.”
I stood.
“But you’ve asked for the deed repeatedly, and Oliver has been discussing property values with strangers.”
She adjusted her pearls.
“Sharon, you’re becoming suspicious over ordinary planning.”
“Perhaps.”
I picked up my handbag.
“Then there should be no problem leaving the house in my name.”
She didn’t answer.
I drove home slowly.