Not tonight.
“I don’t have a say in the matter, Mom,” I said, my voice cold and absolute. “It’s Mariana’s house. And even if it weren’t, I would never allow anyone to remain under my roof who abused my wife.”
“You’re choosing her over your own family?!”
“You made this a competition, Mom. Not her.”
My mother moved out two days later.
I refused to pay off Chloe’s debts. She was forced to sell her personal assets and face the financial consequences of her own actions.
I assumed that once they were gone, Mariana would move her things back into the master suite with me.
She didn’t.
