PART 3
She didn’t know anything about the woman whose house she had walked into wearing my clothes and drinking from my cup.
And that was exactly the problem with all three of them.
They had spent so much time discussing what they could take from me that they had never bothered to learn what belonged to me in the first place.
I reached into my handbag and pulled out my phone.
Julian’s smile widened.
“Who are you calling? Your lawyer? Go ahead. I dare you. You can waste whatever money you have left, but it won’t change anything.”
“I don’t intend to waste money.”
I tapped a number.
When the call connected, I spoke calmly.
“Good morning, Mr. Collins. It’s Vivian. The situation we discussed yesterday has occurred. Please activate the next stage of the plan.”
There was a brief silence on the other end.
Then my attorney replied, “Understood. I’ll be there shortly. Have they touched any of the documents?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. Don’t sign anything, don’t agree to anything, and don’t let anyone intimidate you into leaving the property.”
Julian’s expression changed slightly.
He had heard enough to understand that this wasn’t an ordinary phone call.
But he quickly recovered.
“Mr. Collins?” he scoffed when I ended the call. “Your attorney? Vivian, you’re acting like you’ve just discovered some secret loophole. Do you honestly believe a lawyer can change the fact that our marriage is over?”
“No,” I replied. “Our marriage may be over. That’s your decision. But it doesn’t give you ownership of my house.”
His father, Richard, finally looked up from the box he was filling.
“Your house?” he demanded.
“Yes.”
He laughed bitterly.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Julian has lived here for six years. His money has gone into this family. His business has paid for your lifestyle.”
I turned toward him.
“Which business?”
Richard frowned.
“His company, obviously.”
“The company that has been struggling to pay its suppliers for the last fourteen months?”
His face hardened.
“That’s none of your concern.”
“Interesting. Because yesterday, Julian told me that his entire future depended on my willingness to help him settle a debt of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
I looked at my husband.
“Was that debt none of my concern, too?”
Julian straightened.
“Don’t twist my words.”
“I’m not twisting anything. I’m simply trying to understand why a man who claims to be financially responsible for my lifestyle needs his wife to rescue his business.”
Elena put the mug down.
“Can we please stop talking about money? This is supposed to be about Julian finally being happy.”
I looked at her.
“Then why are you so interested in money?”
She opened her mouth but didn’t answer.
I continued.
“Because if this were simply about love, you wouldn’t have spent the last six months asking my husband when he intended to leave me. You wouldn’t have asked him whether the house was included in the divorce. And you certainly wouldn’t have started discussing renovations before I had even signed the papers.”
For the first time that morning, Elena looked genuinely uncomfortable.
Julian immediately stepped between us.
“You’ve been spying on me?”
“No, Julian. I’ve been listening.”
His face reddened.
“You’re making things up.”
“Perhaps.”
I smiled faintly.
“Then we should have no problem letting the truth speak for itself.”
I opened my phone again and placed it on the marble counter.
A message appeared from my attorney.
Everything is ready. Do not leave the property.
Julian glanced at the screen.
Then he looked at me with a mixture of anger and uncertainty.
“What exactly do you think you’ve done?”
I slipped the phone back into my handbag.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
That was when Elena finally lost her patience.
She yanked the robe tighter around herself and stepped forward.
“Listen to me, Vivian. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but Julian has made his decision. He loves me. He wants a future with me. You can’t force a man to stay married to you just because you’re afraid of being alone.”
I studied her for a moment.
Then I nodded.
“You’re right about one thing.”
Her expression turned triumphant.
I continued.
“I cannot force a man to love me.”
Julian’s shoulders relaxed slightly.
“But I can refuse to let him use me.”
His smile disappeared.
“And I can certainly refuse to let another woman walk around my home wearing my clothes while her boyfriend tries to throw me out of it.”
I held out my hand.
“The robe, Elena.”
She stared at me.
“Excuse me?”
“Take it off.”
“You cannot be serious!”
“I’m completely serious.”
She turned toward Julian.
“Are you going to let her speak to me like this?”
Julian looked furious.
“Vivian, stop humiliating her.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m humiliating her?”
“Yes! You’re being petty and vindictive!”
I looked around the kitchen.
My belongings were scattered across the floor. My books had been crammed into boxes. My grandmother’s photograph was wrapped in newspaper. My husband’s mistress was wearing my robe.
And somehow, I was the one behaving badly.
I almost admired the confidence it took to believe that.
“Fine,” I said.
I reached for the robe’s belt.
Elena recoiled.
“Don’t touch me!”
“Then take it off yourself.”
For a moment, neither of us moved.
Then Elena untied the belt and shrugged out of the emerald silk robe. She threw it onto the counter as though it were contaminated.
“There! Happy now?”
I folded it carefully.
“No,” I said. “But that’s a start.”
I placed the robe in my handbag.
Then I turned toward Julian.
“Now, let’s talk about the one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
His jaw tightened.
“There’s nothing to discuss. You paid it. The debt is gone. We agreed on that.”
“Did we?”
“Yes!”
“Then perhaps you should explain why you were so eager for me to transfer the money yesterday.”
“Because I needed it!”
“For your business?”
“Yes!”
“To pay your creditors?”
“That’s what I told you!”
I nodded slowly.
“And did you tell your parents that I was helping you because I wanted to protect our marriage?”
Julian looked toward Beatrice.
His mother answered for him.
“He told us everything. You were happy to help. You knew he had difficulties, and you offered to support him.”
I turned to her.
“Did he tell you that I had asked to review the debt agreement before making the payment?”
She said nothing.
“Did he tell you that he refused to let me speak to his accountant?”
Silence.
“Did he tell you that he insisted the payment be made through a particular account because the matter was urgent?”
Julian slammed his hand against the counter.
“Enough!”
The sound startled Elena.
He leaned toward me.
“You don’t get to interrogate me in my own home!”
I stared at him.
Then I slowly looked toward the ceiling, the walls, and the kitchen island where we had once eaten breakfast together.
“Your own home?”
I repeated the words quietly.
“That’s what you believe?”
Julian pointed toward the staircase.
“Six years, Vivian! Six years I’ve lived here. I’ve paid bills. I’ve maintained this house. I’ve built a life with you. You don’t get to erase all that because you’re angry that I’m leaving!”
“I’m not angry that you’re leaving.”
“Then stop acting like this!”
“I’m angry because you believe leaving you entitles you to everything I’ve worked for.”
He laughed again, but this time it sounded forced.
“You’ve worked for? What exactly have you done besides inherit money from your family?”
The words struck harder than I expected.
Not because they were true.
Because I had spent six years helping a man I loved build a future, only to discover that he had reduced every sacrifice I made to an inheritance he believed he deserved.
My grandmother had left me a modest investment portfolio when she died.
Over the years, I had expanded it through careful investments and the consulting firm I founded before meeting Julian.
I had worked late nights. I had studied contracts. I had lost sleep over failed projects and celebrated every hard-won success.
The house had been purchased with my own funds before Julian and I married. I had kept the title in my name and maintained separate financial records.
Julian knew all of that.
He simply believed that marriage had made my achievements his property.
I took a slow breath.
“You’re right about one thing, Julian. I inherited money.”
He smirked.
“Finally, some honesty.”
“But my grandmother also left me something more valuable.”
His smile faded slightly.
“What?”
“The ability to recognize when someone is trying to take advantage of me.”
Before he could answer, the doorbell rang.
Beatrice glanced toward the entrance.
“Who is that?”
I checked my phone.
“Mr. Collins.”
Julian went completely still.
My attorney entered a minute later carrying a leather briefcase. He was in his late fifties, impeccably dressed, with the sort of calm expression that made people instinctively lower their voices.
Behind him stood a woman in a dark blue suit carrying a folder.
Julian stared at them.
“What’s this?”
Mr. Collins nodded politely.
“Good morning, Mr. Mercer. Mrs. Mercer.”
He glanced at the boxes scattered across the floor.
“I see we’re dealing with the situation we anticipated.”
Julian’s face turned red.
“You knew about this?”
Mr. Collins didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he placed his briefcase on the counter and looked at me.
“Mrs. Mercer, may I see the documents you received?”
I handed him the divorce papers.
He read the first page, then the second.
His expression remained neutral, but I noticed the slight tightening around his eyes.
“Did you sign anything?”
“No.”
“Excellent.”
He turned toward Julian.
“Mr. Mercer, I need to make something clear. Your wife has not agreed to surrender possession of this property. These papers do not transfer ownership, and they do not authorize you to remove her belongings.”
Julian scoffed.
“It’s a divorce petition, not a property transfer.”
“Correct,” Mr. Collins replied. “Which is why I’m uncertain why your parents are packing her belongings or why another person has moved into the residence.”
Elena crossed her arms.
“Julian invited me.”
“That may explain your presence,” Mr. Collins said. “It does not establish your right to occupy the property against the owner’s wishes.”
Julian stepped forward.
“This is a private family matter.”
“The moment you attempt to remove someone from a property they legally own, it becomes a legal matter.”
Mr. Collins opened his briefcase and removed several documents.
He placed them on the counter.
“This is the registered title to the property. Mrs. Mercer purchased this residence before your marriage. The title remains in her name.”
Julian stared at the papers.
“I know that.”
“Then you also know that your marriage does not automatically make you the owner.”
“I contributed to the household!”
“Household contributions and legal ownership are different questions. Any claim you believe you have can be addressed through the appropriate legal process. Neither you nor your parents may simply decide to evict the owner.”