That was the exact moment I knew what I needed to do.
Daniel interpreted my silence as surrender.
He smiled.
“See? I knew you’d be reasonable.”
What Daniel had apparently forgotten was that the house didn’t belong to both of us.
It belonged to me.
Three years before we married, I purchased the property with proceeds from selling a software company I had helped build in my twenties. Daniel contributed nothing toward the down payment, and his name had never been placed on the deed.
After our wedding, I allowed
