The Door Changed

Synopsis

I watched every brick of that apartment go up. The down payment was 287,000 dollars—every last cent from my father's accident compensation. I sent a screenshot to my boyfriend, Adam Carter, asking why another woman was in the apartment I'd personally overseen the renovation of. He took half an hour to reply, "Same floor plan. Stop overthinking." The next morning, I went straight to the property management office. The receptionist checked the unit number, then pushed the owner registration form toward me with hesitation. The apartment was still the same. But the emergency contact field, which had once held my name, now belonged to another woman, Sophia Bennett. And her relationship to Adam? It was listed as: Spouse. I didn't cry. I didn't call him. I just looked at that form, then at my own fingerprint—the one he'd set on that lock, now erased without a word. He deleted me once. This time, I'll do the deleting.