What enraged me most was that it was a house I paid for—yet I was locked out.
Seeing me silent, Valerie pulled out her phone. "It’s just money, right? I’ll transfer it to you now."
"Do you really think paying a little gives you the right to act high and mighty?" she continued rambling as she scrolled through her contacts, but after a long while, she couldn’t find my number.
Sighing, I pointed to an avatar on her screen to help her.
On her phone, my profile picture was there, but instead of my name, it was my online username.
No notes. No priority pin.
She hesitated before tapping into the chat window.
The most recent messages were from me, days ago—dozens of texts about wedding preparations, but they were all unanswered.
And at the top of her pinned contacts was not surprisingly Ayden.
Upon realizing that, Valerie’s face turned pale.
She offered a weak explanation. "Ayden has a heart condition, so I need to know about his situation right away."
"Fine. Transfer the money." I remarked.
Anyway, I was leaving, and I wasn’t going to let myself be shortchanged.
This time, she silently sent me the money.
When I finally entered the apartment, I found our bedroom occupied by Ayden.