A hollow feeling settled in my stomach.
“Yes. My house.”
He walked toward me slowly.
Too slowly.
“Valeria,” he said, “this house is mine.”
I didn’t answer right away. Some sentences need time to sink in—to confirm they were actually said.
“You bought it after we were married,” he continued. “Everything you have is mine too. And if you’re going to create problems for my family, you better adjust now—because I’m in charge.”
I searched his face for a smile. A joke. Anything to undo what I was hearing.
There was nothing.
“I paid for it,” I said quietly. “With my company. My money.”
He shrugged.
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