he even called it his house.
I never bothered correcting him in casual conversation.
But legally, the property belonged to a trust I controlled.
I’d purchased it using my own assets.
Daniel hadn’t contributed toward the acquisition.
He simply assumed that because we were married, he could treat the house as his personal domain.
I didn’t know how dangerous that assumption would become.
The following morning, I was still asleep when the bedroom door opened.
The clock read 7:00 a.m.
Daniel stood beside the bed.
He was already
