Adrian demanded proof. Leon gave him the recorded deed transfer summary. Adrian demanded legal review. Leon gave him my attorney’s card. Adrian demanded entry to “collect his property.”
Leon informed him that the apartment contents had been included in the sale, except for the personal items I had lawfully removed and the boxed clothing waiting in storage under his own name.
Apparently that was the moment he started shouting. The lobby cameras captured every second.
Sabrina stood beside the luggage with her arms crossed, her face going from confusion to anger to calculation. By the time Adrian finished ranting, she had already understood what I had hoped she would.
He had not been returning to a life of luxury. He had been returning to consequences.
Then she asked him the most devastating question of the night:
“You told me this place was yours.”
And for once, Adrian had no answer.
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