“Get out of my house right now,” I told her firmly while standing on the walkway. She just laughed and told me to get over it because Garrett had already made his final decision.
I tried to push past her to open the front door with the key I still carried in my pocket. I put the key in the lock but it would not turn no matter how hard I tried to force it.
I realized right then that the lock had been replaced with a brand new one to keep me out. “What did you do?” I asked as I turned to face her again with my hands shaking.
Melody stepped closer to me so she could enjoy the moment of my realization and pain. “I didn’t do anything, but Garrett changed the locks this morning to ensure our privacy,” she explained.
“You can’t do that because my name is on the mortgage,” I argued while trying to stay calm. “His name was on it too when you signed, but things are different now,” she replied with a venomous calm.
She pulled a beige folder out of her bag and showed me some notarized documents with official stamps. “Garrett put the house into a family trust and I am the official beneficiary along with the baby,” she bragled.