“What? You cannot do that. This is my house too. You cannot sell it without asking me first,” Travis said.
“Oh, you are wrong, Travis,” I replied calmly. “When we started living together, you moved into my house, not the other way around. You sold your townhouse and came to live in the house that belonged to me. Only my name is on the mortgage papers. The house belongs to me, and I can do whatever I want with it. I do not care about the things left inside the house—Kael and I already took everything we wanted. You can call a trash company to handle the rest if you want. If you do that, you will pay for it yourself. If not, the house will be sold exactly the way it is, with everything still inside.”
“You cannot do this, you f*****g b***h! Where am I supposed to live?!” Travis shouted loud
