The old property.
They weren’t separate problems.
They were pieces of the same plan.
And for the first time, I understood why my wife’s family had spent eight years convincing me that I was worthless.
They didn’t need me to feel rich.
They needed me to feel powerless.
Because a man who doesn’t know his own worth is much easier to control.
They had made one mistake.
They had underestimated the man they called a broke handyman.
And they were about to learn exactly who they had been dealing with.
