Jayce's POV
I paced the living room, checking my phone every few minutes. I’d already called Brielle countless times and sent her a bunch of messages, but that wasn’t what troubled me most.
Earlier that day, my real estate agent had called to tell me Brielle had come by to put the house up for sale.
Our house.
“Has she picked up yet?” Austin’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Don’t tell me you haven’t managed to keep her under control.”
I dropped my phone and turned toward him. He sat on the couch across from me, a deep scowl on his face, while my mother stood behind him, restless. The news that Brielle was selling the house we’d given her as a wedding gift had hit them hard.
“Dad, I don’t know what to do,” I said. “She’s being completely unreasonable, and I haven’t even been able
