of what I had walked into.
“Jonathan, what is going on here?” I asked carefully, setting the champagne bottle down.
He rose slowly, as if he had rehearsed this moment, and his calm tone made everything feel even more disturbing.
“Well, today is actually a very special day,” he said without hesitation.
I nodded, confused, and tried to remind him why I was so excited.
“Yes, I know. I just finished paying off the loan this morning,” I said, waiting for him to share the same joy.
Instead, he gave a small laugh that made my stomach tighten.
“Yes, about that. Today is also your last day living in this house,” he said with unsettling ease.
The champagne nearly slipped from my hands as I struggled to process his words.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, staring at him in disbelief.
Jonathan wrapped his arm around the woman beside
