My husband smashed a dinner plate against my head because I refused to give his mother the condo I had spent years working to buy.
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Chapter 7 / 9
Chapter 8 - The Final FoundationThe Mercers had lost everything. Richard and Victoria were facing foreclosure on their own mansion—not because of me, but because the federal government had seized their assets to pay back the victims of their tax schemes.
I saw them once more, in the papers. They were moving into a small, nondescript apartment in the suburbs. The "Queen of Cherry Hills" was now living in a space smaller than the kitchen I had once shared with Diego.
I didn't gloat. I didn't send a card. I simply closed the paper and turned to look at my own home, the beautiful, sturdy condo that was completely, legally, and undeniably mine. I had proven that an architect’s greatest creation isn't a building; it’s a life that no one can tear down.
