teach you gratitude.”
I lowered the towel.
“Fine.”
Daniel blinked.
He had expected begging.
Instead, I walked upstairs, packed one suitcase, grabbed my laptop, passport, and a slim blue folder from the locked drawer in my study.
“What’s in that?” he snapped.
“Something you should have read before throwing tea at me.”
He laughed.
I left without another word.
What Daniel had forgotten was that the house he was ordering me out of had never belonged to him.
Three years earlier, after his company collapsed, the bank refused to refinance
