“Why did you transfer your house to my name?” Rhea asked in utter bewilderment.
She pinned Aron under such dubious stare that the question could just as easily be ‘Why did you murder so and so?’ and the expressions on her face would fit the question just the same.
“What is up with you lately?” She again said in a high-pitched voice.
Aron somehow gathered the courage to mouth the words, “It’s a gift…” He then pointed at the heading of the document that said “Gift Deed,” and said, “see…”
“I can see what it says!” Rhea huffed, “The question is ‘why’… Why on earth did you think it was ok to transfer your property to my name?”
“You’re my wife, I wanted to give you a gift for our wedding,” Aron said dotingly, appealing to her weakness for him. He then used his most coaxing of the tones b
