One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

next, I wanted it handled properly.

Not impulsively.

Three days later, Jason asked me to meet him at a coffee shop.

Without Carol beside him, he looked exhausted.

“I screwed up,” he said. “I should have defended you.”

“I agree.”

Then he admitted something more difficult.

For years, he had felt insecure about living in a house I owned before our marriage.

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