I lifted the phone higher.
“Now.”
Vivian snatched my coat from the chair and threw it at me. “You came into this family with nothing.”
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I smiled, and that scared her more than tears ever could have.
“Vivian,” I said, “do you know whose name is on the deed?”
She blinked.
Daniel barked, “Shut up.”
But I didn’t. Not anymore.
“This apartment is mine. It was mine before the wedding. It stayed mine after the wedding. You are a guest here, and Daniel is about to become a defendant.”
For the first time that evening, Vivian’s confidence fractured.
Daniel opened his mouth, but no words came out. Then came the knock.
Three sharp sounds.
The room went silent.
