The House He Gifted Her Will Be His Grave

Synopsis

I maxed out three credit cards at the sales office, all to give our twenty-year relationship a place to call home. But right as Leon Harris was about to sign the property title, his hand suddenly stopped. He turned to Ava Quinn, his "sister," who was sobbing beside him, and in his eyes was a tenderness I'd never seen before. The very next moment, he put Ava's name down as the owner of our house. I was about to speak, but Leon gently covered my mouth with his hand. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Nina, Ava has nowhere to go right now. This is just to help her feel better. I'm yours, both body and soul. Don't sweat the small stuff, okay?" Ava nestled in Leon's embrace, flashing me a smug smile. The crowd was praising Leon for being so devoted and righteous, telling me to be understanding and cherish what I have. I stared at Leon. My last hope for him was gone. I smiled and pulled my hand away from his grip. "Fine, just as you wish. Let her have it all." He kissed my forehead, looking genuinely pleased. "That's my good, obedient wife," he said. On the day we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, I was going to present him with a special gift at the courthouse.