“Nathan! Where the hell are you? My whole family is waiting for you!” she berated as soon as I picked up her call.
But I only stared out the window at the familiar streets passing by and answered, “I already signed the papers. I’m home now.”
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That house, which was supposedly our wedding home, had been my life’s work for three years, from the very first interior sketch to the last touch of paint.
But for Daniel Lawson’s one casual sigh of ‘I really want that car,’ Cassandra quickly and mindlessly turned my years of effort into cash and bought him a Ferrari.
I had stood outside the bar that night, my hands shaking, my chest aching so bad I could hardly breathe.
Her friend, Rachel Walsh, couldn’t hold back anymore. “Cassandra, seriously, you’ve got to at least tell Nathan. Selling a house ain’t like selling peanuts. When he comes back and finds it gone, won’t he go crazy?”
But Cassandra just waved her hand dismissively, annoyed. “Enough already. Nathan, Nathan, is that all you people know how to say? What, can't I make use of his hard work? Worst case, we could just rent another place.”