The door opened and Ryan swaggered in, announcing brazenly:
“Since you won’t pay for the retreat, I’ll just live here. You can take care of me and the baby.”
He turned to Claire and commanded:
“Claire, change the sheets in the master bedroom. Ethan’s sleeping on the couch tonight.”
My blood pressure spiked. “This is my house! You can’t just—”
Before I could finish, Ryan was already striding into my bedroom.
He opened my closet and started pulling out my designer watches and suits.
“These things are too flashy. I’ll keep them safe for you.”
“Put them down!”
I lunged forward to stop him, but Claire held me back.
“Ethan, we’re family—don’t be so petty.”
I was about to argue when I saw Ryan pick up my father’s photo from the nightstand, a look of disgust on his face.
“Who keeps this creepy stuff in the bedroom? Such bad luck.”
He raised his hand, ready to throw it into the trash.
My blood boiled over.
“Stop!”
I broke free from Claire with all my strength and rushed to snatch the photo back.
Ryan suddenly dropped to the ground, screaming dramatically.
“Help! He hit me!”
“Claire, you saw it! I treated him like my real brother-in-law and he actually laid hands on me!”
Claire hurried over and pushed me hard.