“My sister stays and you pay… or you leave”: I lived for two years with the man who said he loved me, until one morning he tried to kick me out of my own home and forgot one detail that destroyed his life.

Paige looked like she was about to cry as she realized her dream of a free luxury lifestyle was over. “You can’t leave us on the street!” she yelled at me.

I looked at her expensive coat and her six suitcases and told her she looked like someone who knew how to find a hotel. Then Helene added that the black Mercedes in the garage had to be moved by three o’clock or it would be towed.

Spencer turned pale because he knew he couldn’t afford the impound fees or the insurance on that car without my help. Paige turned to her brother and asked if he had lied to her about owning the place.

He didn’t answer her because his phone started ringing with a call from his office. I knew that call was about to make his day even worse.

Spencer answered the phone and his face completely collapsed as he listened to the person on the other end. He looked at me with genuine terror and asked if I had spoken to his boss.

I hadn’t said a word to them yet, but I knew his reputation was already crumbling. As soon as I checked into my hotel, I began the process of systematically removing him from my life.