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

you instead of just assuming you’ll always be there, quiet and convenient.”

“That’s a start,” I said. “But it’s only a start.”

He nodded. “Savannah and I are separating. I can’t—after seeing those papers, really seeing them, I can’t trust her the same way. And she’s furious about the properties. She’s made it very clear that she feels betrayed.”

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