Victoria only made things worse.
She posted online claiming I had “stolen” her son’s dream home. Unfortunately for her, one of my cousins responded with a public property record showing my name alone. Then a neighbor shared the doorbell footage of Victoria throwing my belongings outside.
The post disappeared within an hour—but not before half their circle saw it.
Suddenly, people stopped calling me cold and started calling Ryan foolish.
Three months later, we sat across from each other in mediation. Ryan looked thinner. He said he missed me.
He said the house felt empty in his imagination without me.
I told him the house felt peaceful without him.
It hurt him—but it was true.
