Every sacrifice I made in the name of love was now being rewritten as foolishness.
Daniel stood, adjusting his jacket. “The house is in my name. The car is in my name. I’ll give you enough to rent a place for a while. Consider it a courtesy.”
Courtesy.
That word stirred something dark inside me.
Before I could respond, the bedroom door opened. My mother-in-law, Margaret Parker, stepped out in silk pajamas, her expression more irritated than surprised. She glanced at the papers, then at me, and let out a cold laugh.
“What are you waiting for?” she snapped. “Seven years, and you’ve given this family nothing worth keeping. Sign and leave.”
My hands trembled. “I paid for this house. I paid for your treatment. I paid for Vanessa’s education. I didn’t take from this family—I supported it.”
Margaret’s face hardened. “Do you have proof? Everything is in my son’s name. If you gave anything, it was your choice. Now stop embarrassing yourself.”
She turned to Daniel. “Throw her out.”
