My Wealthy Parents Disowned Me for Marrying a Poor Mechanic—Then on Our Wedding Night, He Handed Me an Envelope He’d Hidden for 11 Months
Gianna had arranged everything through a local attorney.
The mortgage had been paid off two years earlier.
The deed conveyed the Pine Creek house to Owen and me jointly, subject only to routine recording and transfer paperwork the lawyer would finish after the wedding.
My hands shook.
“She cannot give us her home.”
“She wants to.”
“Where will she live?”
“With Aunt Rosa.”