She gave a frustrated sigh.
“Tyler said the house would be available once you moved out.”
I turned to my husband.
“Did you tell her that?”
He remained silent for several seconds.
Then he nodded.
“Yes.”
The answer hurt more than I expected.
Not because I hadn’t suspected it, but because he had finally admitted that he had been making plans about my life without involving me.
I looked at him.
“You promised another woman my home.”
“I thought we could work something out.”
“You thought I would simply leave?”
“I thought you would understand that things have changed.”
I glanced toward the hallway.
“Things have changed, Tyler. But you don’t get to decide that my life must become smaller because you’ve chosen to start another one.”
Margaret opened the folder in front of her.
“Before we discuss what anyone thinks is fair, perhaps we should establish what is legally possible.”
