Jenna Carter looked up, stunned. She shifted her newborns in her arms, unable to process the words.
“What are you talking about, Adam?”
He didn’t hesitate. “My brother and his wife need space, so they’ll be taking this apartment. You’ll be staying in the storage room at my mom’s place. It’s only for a while, so don’t start making it complicated.”
Jenna’s mouth went dry. “A storage room? Adam, I just had twins. I’m still recovering. They need a clean, stable environment—”
Adam waved a dismissive hand. “You’re being dramatic again. My family needs help. Mom already cleared the room.”
Her hands shook around the babies. Humiliation, anger, and disbelief crashed through her all at once. “This is my home. You had no right to make decisions without me.”
Adam’s jaw tightened. “I don’t need your permission.”
The cruelty in those words cut deeper than anything he’d said before.
Then— ding dong.
The doorbell rang. Adam stiffened. His confident posture collapsed as he glanced toward the door, color draining from his face.
When he opened it, his breath caught.