What she didn't know was that this villa was worth far more than she imagined.
My father, unwilling to see me suffer, had covered eighty percent of the price in advance.
On paper, Rachel and I had each paid half.
A trace of guilt flickered across her face as she looked away.
The next second, Tyler shouted smugly, "Because the property deed has my name and Rachel's on it!"
"I didn't even call security to kick you out—purely out of respect for Rachel!"
I turned to Rachel in shock. Only then did she explain reluctantly, "Tyler grew up with me. He's practically family. He won't be getting married, and he'll be raising the child in the future. I'm the mother—of course, I have to leave him some security."
"Besides, you and I are going to get married sooner or later. I won't abandon you no matter what. Does a name on a deed really matter more than our relationship?"
Staring at the woman in front of me, spouting such twisted logic, I almost couldn't recognize her.
I had thought she simply didn't love me enough.
I never imagined that even the little affection she had left was already soaked in calculation.
This was the woman I had humbled myself to love for ten years?
It wasn't worth it.
Not at all.