He Divorced His Secret Landlord

Synopsis

"Fine, we can get divorced, but the apartment stays with me," I said. David Turner slammed the divorce agreement on the table. "What right do you have to make demands?" he sneered. "You're just a freeloader." His mother, Mavis Turner, chimed in, "My son has supported you for five years, and you still—" "Mavis, I was just saying—" I tried to interrupt. "Shut up," Mavis snapped, slamming her hand on the table. "Who asked you to speak?" I looked at the two of them and couldn't help but laugh. Freeloader? Did he know whose name was on the deed to the apartment he lived in? No, he didn't. The whole building was mine, and he had no idea.