Who Gets to Stay?

Synopsis

On the day my divorce was finalized and I was forced out with nothing, my ex-husband, Peter Harrison, completely lost his mind. He began hurling my belongings one by one over the second-floor balcony, screaming that I was a shameless gold digger. "You lived off my dime and slept under my roof, and now you think you're entitled to my house in the settlement," he roared, his face contorting with rage. "Get the hell out." I reached down to pick up a shattered picture frame from the pavement just as a black Bentley pulled up to the curb. A cold, commanding voice cut through the chaos. "What is all this noise?" Bryce Harrison asked. "Do you think making a scene like this is a good look?" Peter's bravado vanished instantly. "Bryce, what are you doing here?" he stammered. I clenched my fists, fixing my eyes on Bryce, who was stepping out of the car. He was Peter's older brother, the same person who had handed me the keys to this very estate years ago with a smile. He ignored Peter entirely and looked straight at me. "Your name is the only one on the deed," he said calmly. "Peter is the one who needs to leave." Keeping silent, I simply pulled out my phone and dialed the security guards.