PART 2: Three days later Vanessa sat in a quiet hotel suite in downtown Chicago with Priya beside her. Documents lay across the table like chess pieces. Vanessa signed the last page when her phone lit up with Tyler’s name.
His voice came out thin and ragged. “We need to talk. Now.”
Vanessa leaned back in her chair. “No.”
There was a pause. Then Tyler whispered, “They froze my accounts. And there are people inside the house.”
Vanessa waited. She wanted to hear him fall further before she spoke.
“They say there is a property review,” Tyler continued. “They are taking photos. They told me to step away from the door. What did you do.”
Vanessa glanced at Priya who simply raised an eyebrow. “Do you remember when you called it your house,” Vanessa asked softly.
“It is my house,” Tyler shot back. “My name is on the deed.”
“And the down payment,” Vanessa asked. “Where did it come from.”
Silence stretched long enough for Tyler to realize the trap. “You transferred money once,” he said slowly. “I thought it was savings.”
“That was not savings,” Vanessa replied. “That was my compensation.”
Tyler let out a nervous laugh. “You work in consulting.”
Priya mouthed the word executive. “I am a senior executive in a private investment firm,” Vanessa said. “My yearly compensation is substantial. I simply chose not to display it.”
Tyler’s breath caught. “Why did you never tell me.”
“Because I wanted a partner,” Vanessa said. “Not a dependent.”
His voice cracked. “We can fix this. I was stressed. I did not mean it.”
Tyler Adams krzyknął z salonu, a jego głos odbił się echem od marmurowych podłóg i designerskich mebli. „Wynoś się jutro z mojego domu. Już złożyłem pozew o rozwód. I nie udawaj, że jesteś chory, żeby wzbudzić współczucie”.
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