“Those trust papers are completely worthless if they don’t match the registered deed at the county office,” he said firmly. I remembered the past few weeks of looking through emails and discovering Garrett’s plan to leave me.
I had made the silent decision to let him sign the closing papers without reading every single page of the final contract. “So who actually owns the house?” I asked as I held my breath.
“The house is solely in your name, Sienna, because the final payment came from your grandmother’s inheritance,” Barnaby confirmed. He told me he had made sure everything was protected during the legal process to keep the property as my exclusive patrimony.
I looked at the house and saw Melody walking through the living room like she was a crowned queen. Garrett arrived and kissed her at the door because he was absolutely convinced that he had won.
“What do we do now?” I asked my lawyer while a small smile began to form on my lips. “Let them unpack and act like they own the place until Tuesday morning,” Barnaby instructed.