When the elevator doors opened, Spencer came charging out with Paige trailing behind him looking confused. “My key card isn’t working,” he shouted at the front desk.
A security guard named Dave stepped forward and informed him that his access had been revoked. Spencer looked at me sitting on the lobby bench and his face turned from confusion to pure rage.
“What did you do?” he hissed as he tried to walk toward me. I stood up and told him that I simply followed his advice and packed my things.
Helene stepped out of her office and informed them that the lease had been terminated by the primary tenant. Spencer started screaming that he lived there and had rights to the property.
“Not legally,” Helene replied with a cold professional tone. She told them they had exactly two hours to remove their belongings under the supervision of security.
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.
I canceled the shared credit cards and took him off my health insurance policy. My lawyer, a sharp woman named Tessa, discovered that Spencer had been using my address to run a fake consulting firm.
He had used my financial stability to trick clients into thinking he was a successful businessman. When the legal notices started arriving, Spencer sent me dozens of desperate emails.
He tried to act like he was the victim and claimed that I was being cruel for setting boundaries. One email even said that my “attitude” was the reason I couldn’t keep a man.
I didn’t cry when I read his words because I finally saw them for what they were. He was a predator who had found a soft spot in my heart and moved in.
