I used my inheritance to buy back Grandma’s old house. My husband laughed and refused to help. But three days later, I found him there with a stranger and part of a wall torn open. “You need to see what we found,” he said. I had no idea what he’d done behind my back.
“Tell her,” my husband said. “Go on. Tell her what it’s worth.”
I stood in my grandmother’s storage room. The plywood was ripped off the wall, and a stranger with a folder was smiling at me.
“What on earth is going on here?!” I said.
To explain how I ended up there, I need to go back three days.
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At breakfast, I told Declan I’d bought my grandmother’s house.
“Well, congratulations, Layla. You’ve officially found the dumbest way to waste money.”
“I don’t need to. I’ve seen the place. Peeling paint, broken windows, weeds up to the mailbox.”
“I know what it looks like.”
That was Declan. He could spend thousands on his Mustang without blinking, but if I bought something for myself, he suddenly became a financial advisor.
Last Christmas, he complained that the coffee maker I’d bought was too expensive. Two days later, he ordered a new set of tools for his garage.
“Didn’t you just buy tools?” I’d asked.
“Not these.”
“You already have three toolboxes.”
“And you already had a coffee maker.”
“Mine was broken.”
Apparently, something only needed replacing when it belonged to him.
Even grocery shopping turned into an interrogation.
“Why are we buying name-brand cereal?”
“Because Owen likes it.”
“He’ll survive with the cheaper one.”
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