She stole my wedding and home! I'm done! novel

Chapter 11 Thrown Out of Her Own Home "Your stuff's all dumped outside. Take it and go." Evelyn smirked, the sight of Grace's pale face filling her with delight. She'd always hated how Grace leaned on her brother's earnings yet carried herself as if she had real ability. Women, in Evelyn's eyes, ought to obey men. Grace's ears buzzed, her voice shaking with fury. "Ethan, say that again." "I need you to understand what happens when you defy me. I've warned you again and again, but you never learn. So yes, it's time for a lesson.

If you'll apologize now, admit fault, and promise never to talk back, I might consider transferring the house back into Back into his name? What did that have to do with her? my name." The moment Ethan said it, Grace realized she might have trusted the wrong man. All these years, she had given and endured. She never divided "his" and "hers," keeping their money together in his account, available to either of them. At first, Ethan never questioned what she bought. But in recent years, whenever her spending exceeded a hundred thousand, he'd interrogate her down to the last cent.

So when he sneered, "Who can prove you paid half?" her entire body felt like ice water was forced into her veins, chilling her to the core. Still, Grace forced a brittle smile, sat down, and asked, "If that's the case, what if we transfer the house into my name?" If Ethan could be reasonable, fine. If not... He snapped back instantly. "To you? On what grounds?" On what grounds? "You've got some nerve!" Evelyn scoffed. "This is my brother's house!" Ethan chimed in smoothly, "Grace, if you want a house, you should earn one yourself.

How can you just ask someone else to hand one over?" Staring at their ugly faces, Grace felt her patience wither. 1/3 Chapter 11 Thrown Out of Her Own Home +10 Free Coins She ignored the chorus and locked her eyes on Ethan. "You and I both know the truth. You're using this to force me into an apology, for your pride, isn't it?" "Watch your mouth, Grace!" Ethan could not stand being contradicted in public. She'd struck a nerve. But Grace could no longer stomach his shamelessness. She steadied her voice. "I'll repeat myself.

I paid half for this villa." Even if Ethan wanted to take it, the least he could do was refund her portion, at the original price. They weren't married; this wasn't joint property. And with the property value now risen, she wasn't some rich heiress, she had poured her hard-earned money into Pinnacle. She owed him nothing. Ethan's expression hardened. "Fine. You say you paid, then prove it. Show me evidence, and I'll ay you back." Evidence? Back then, they had nothing but each other. Poor, but trusting. She had gambled on the hope he wasn't a snake. How wrong she'd been.

Reality struck her across the face like fire. "So you deny it. You mean to take the villa outright. Is that it?" Grace asked one last time. Ethan rose, cold fury in his cold fury in his eyes. "Then go ahead and try. I want to see who in Anston will lift a finger for you without me. Let's see if you can finally understand who's been helping whom. Know your place!" He thought her reputation as "Miss Miller" existed only because of his name. Those businessmen only humored her out of respect for him. She really believed she was someone? As if she mattered.

Seeing tempers flare, Laney rushed forward with a glass of warm water. "Ethan, don't fight. Grace is a woman, short-sighted, petty about money, it's normal. She doesn't see how hard you work. Grace, you really should reflect on yourself." Her words soothed Ethan's ego. In contrast, Grace's defiance only enraged him further. "Still here? Get out! This place isn't yours anymore." His words sliced like knives, precise and cruel, cutting where he knew it hurt most. 2/3 Grace needed a home. But this one, invaded and stripped of her, left her no right even to demand fairness.

"Get lost already!" Evelyn dumped Grace's last belongings at her feet, embroideries Grace had once used to build Pinnacle's reputation. She'd kept them instead of selling, cherishing them. Now, scattered on the floor, they looked cheap. Worthless. 3/3 Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes.

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