Evelyn stood up slowly, tears of anger and disappointment brimming in her eyes. She looked at her son as if she were seeing a stranger. “You used your daughter’s birth as a cover to cheat on your wife, Julian. You brought disgrace to this family. Pack your bags.”
With no allies left in the room, Julian retreated upstairs in absolute defeat.
Ten minutes later, he dragged two duffel bags down the grand staircase. He looked at me, hoping for a sliver of regret or hesitation in my eyes. He found none.
“You’re going to regret this, Nora,” Julian hissed bitterly as he reached the front door. “You have no income. You’re on maternity leave. You can’t afford this house or this lifestyle without me.”
“Check the folder on the table, Julian,” I replied smoothly, holding sleeping Maya in my arms. “The deed to this house was bought using my premarital trust fund. Your name was never on the title. And as of 4:00 PM today, the locks have been changed.”
