Patrick’s voice hardened when he said, “You bought it with my money. I have been paying for everything in our life, so if you argue about this again I will throw you out.”
For several seconds I simply stared at him because I expected the conversation to turn into a joke, yet his expression remained cold and serious.
“I paid for the house with my own accounts,” I said quietly.
Patrick folded his arms and replied with a smirk, “Then show me proof.”
The following morning Patrick left the house early in his dark sedan and announced that he was heading to the airport to collect his parents Deborah and Harold Sullivan along with his sister Melissa.
After he drove away I opened my laptop in the empty living room and began reviewing every document connected to the purchase of the property, including the title, the closing disclosures, and the bank wire confirmations.
