The Property Deed Without My Name

Synopsis

After eight years together, I called off the wedding on the day our new place was ready. James Lowie called. He laughed and asked if I'd made a mistake. I sent him a screenshot of the homeowners' group chat, showing our property deed with his name and Emily Grant's on it. Emily was his childhood friend, the one who understood him best over the past eight years. She never missed a step when viewing the place, picking out tiles, and inspecting the work. However, as James's fiancée, all I ever got were updates on the decoration. He explained, "Emily is helping me secure a spot for the property. Don't overthink it." I asked, "Then what am I to you?" He replied, "We're about to get married. Is a house really worth making a fuss over?" I didn't argue anymore. I immediately canceled the wedding reception, the dress, and the honeymoon tickets. That night, Emily sent me a photo of the master bedroom. [Sophie, I tried out the mattress for you. It's super comfy.] James kept sticking up for her. "She didn't mean anything by it. Please say sorry to her." I slipped off the engagement ring I'd worn for three years. "Apologize? Fine. Why not let her marry you too while she's at it?"