Chapter 3: The Apartment
The apartment was the one thing I had kept for myself.
I had bought it with money I earned before I met Jackson. It was small but mine — a one-bedroom in the city with a view of the park. I had paid for it in cash. The deed was in my name only.
Jackson had been trying to get me to sign it over for months. His sister needed a place. His mother thought it was selfish of me to keep it. Jackson said it was “family property” now that we were married.
I refused every time.
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That apartment was the last piece of me that still belonged only to me.
And they hated me for it.
