Richard’s words pierced my mind like burning needles. Fifteen years of marriage, and only now did I see who he really was. “A useless fool.” That’s what he called me.
His pupils widened like a predator spotting its prey, then narrowed in disappointment and rage when he realized all I got was an old garage. “Your sister got an apartment in New York! And what did you get?
A dump! I always knew you were a loser, Victoria, but this… this is pathetic.”
I stood in the middle of our kitchen, clutching the ownership certificate. “Richard, Grandpa didn’t have to leave us anything,” I tried to object, my voice trembling.
“Shut up! I’ve put up with you for fifteen years, waiting for you to bring something to this family. And what do you bring?
A garage? That’s it. Get out of my house.”
“Your house?
We bought it together.”
He laughed, a cold, awful sound. “Are you serious? Your little librarian salary?
Those pathetic pennies barely covered the utilities. I paid for this house. It’s mine.
Now pack your things and get out.”
He slammed his fist on the table, shattering a glass. “You have thirty minutes,” he said, storming out. Our wedding photo fell from the wall, the glass cracking right across his smile.
How fitting. I packed my things mechanically. Fifteen years of my life, given to this man who now stood in the doorway, watching me with contempt.
“Where are you going to go?” he asked, not out of concern, but with sadistic curiosity. My parents were gone. My sister, Julia, had never really liked him, and after the inheritance, she wouldn’t want to see me.
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