He said nothing.
Rachel continued.
“He told me he couldn’t leave immediately because your house was in your name.”
I stopped breathing.
“What?”
Rachel looked confused.
“He said you owned most of the property.”
I slowly turned toward Nathan.
“What did you tell her about the house?”
He looked at the floor.
I understood.
He had been telling people different stories about me.
To his mother, I was an ambitious wife who needed to be controlled.
To Rachel, I was the obstacle standing between him and a new life.
And to me…
he was the struggling husband who simply needed support.
I suddenly felt sick.
I closed the laptop.
“Get out.”
Rachel looked at me.
“Me?”
“No.”
I looked at Nathan.
“You.”
His face changed.
“Sofia…”
“Get out of my house.”
“This is my house too.”
I stared at him.
“No.”
He blinked.
“What?”
“You told Rachel the house was mine.”
