“Claire, what are you doing?”
I gave Daniel the first document.
A petition for divorce.
His champagne glass slowly lowered.
Then I handed him another document.
A notice ending his permission to remain in my separately owned property, subject to the legally required notice period.
His mouth fell open.
“You can’t kick me out of my own house.”
Rebecca answered calmly.
“Mr. Mercer, your name is not on the deed.”
The room went silent.
Vanessa turned toward him.
“You told me you owned half.”
Daniel went pale.
But I wasn’t
