“You are so ungrateful,” she muttered. “My son defended you when everyone said you were cold. And this is how you repay him?”
“I don’t owe anyone my home.”
“You owe respect to his mother.”
“You entered my apartment without permission.”
She stepped closer, close enough for me to see the smudge of lipstick on her teeth.
“When you find out what Thomas signed while you were away pretending to be the perfect daughter, you’ll be begging us to let you sleep on the floor.”
At that moment, the elevator bell rang.
I had no idea my entire marriage was about to unravel.
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