is Adrian’s home.”
“No.”
Adrian looked around slowly.
Maybe that was the first time he truly understood.
It had never legally been his.
I had treated it as ours because I believed marriage meant sharing.
His family had interpreted sharing as ownership.
Two security officers stepped into view.
Beatrice’s face reddened.
“You called guards on your own family?”
“I called guards so there would be no argument about what leaves this house.”
She looked as though I had slapped her.
“Anything that belongs to you goes.”
I pointed toward the
