I am finished if I stay in this house.”

Brenda let out a cold laugh from the hallway.

“And where exactly do you think you are going to go?

This is Gavin’s home.”

I turned toward her, finding the situation almost tragically funny.

My late aunt Madeline had left this entire property to me long before I ever met Gavin.

His name had never once appeared on the legal deed.

Even the consulting firm that Gavin constantly bragged about building from scratch had been financed using my personal inheritance for its first two solid years.