“I am not being dramatic, I am asking why you made a decision about my house without involving me,” I answered, holding his gaze even though my stomach felt hollow.
“Your house?” he repeated, almost amused, as if the idea itself sounded ridiculous to him.
“Yes, my house,” I said firmly, even though part of me was already bracing for what he would say next.
Gavin walked toward me slowly, his confidence almost theatrical, and then he said something that changed everything in a single breath. “Abigail, this house belongs to me now.”
I did not respond immediately because some statements require a few seconds for the brain to accept that they were actually spoken out loud.
He continued speaking as if explaining something obvious, saying that I had bought the house after we were already married, and therefore everything I owned was automatically his as well.
“If you plan to create problems for my family, then you need to adjust quickly because I am the one in charge here,” he added, his voice calm in a way that made the threat even more unsettling.
“I paid for it myself with the money from selling my company,” I replied, keeping my tone steady even though my thoughts were racing.