That night, I cooked his favorite meal, poured him a drink, and handed him the deed. He paled. Tried to explain.bI didn’t scream. I just said, “You married a smarter woman than you realized.” The next morning,
I met with a lawyer. We went to court. The judge ruled the transfer fraudulent. Rachel disappeared. Roger was forced to sell. With my half, I bought a small beach cottage. Just mine. Now, I sit on the porch with a glass of wine, watching the waves. Roger thought he could erase me. Instead, he erased himself. And I rebuilt — on better ground.