“She Mocked My Beach House at Breakfast — That Evening, I Sold Everything She Thought Was Hers”

her silver hair pulled back, her eyes sharp with concern.

I told her everything. The overheard phone call, the papers, Caleb’s apparent agreement to sell my home without my consent. Eloise listened without interrupting, her expression growing harder with each sentence.

“That’s not streamlining,” she finally said. “That’s theft.”

“Legal theft, if I sign continue reading …