My husband slapped divorce papers on the table and told me I had 48 hours to pack my things and get out because his new girlfriend owned the house now. I smiled, said nothing, and agreed like it didn’t matter. But the moment she walked through that front door, she realized that house came with a nightmare she never saw coming.

couch and crossed one leg over the other.

“It’s not a game,” I said. “It’s due diligence. Something neither of you bothered with.”

There was heavy breathing on the line, then Tiffany’s voice in the background—sharp and frantic. She was demanding to know why contractors were at the gate, why a county vehicle had posted a notice near the side entrance,continue reading …