I came home with our baby’s ultrasound in my hand—and found my husband hurriedly pulling on his pants while my best friend hid behind my maternity coats.

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“I paid bills here. Paid for repairs.”

“And whatever you’re legally entitled to will be handled legally,” I said. “But you can’t sell this house.”

Claire looked from the deed back to Damon.

He’d offered her a future funded by a property he’d never actually owned.

I held his gaze.

“You mistook being welcomed into my home for owning it.”

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