“There’s no washer out here.”
“I know exactly what is and isn’t out here. I paid for it.”
He put his hands into his pockets.
“Once we’re married, you won’t need the rental income anyway.”
For several seconds, I couldn’t speak.
Our wedding was four months away.
Colin still had his own apartment, his own bills, his own car payment. We had talked about splitting household expenses after marriage.
We had never agreed that his income would replace mine.
And we had absolutely never agreed that I would give away the income from my guest house.
“The renovation loan doesn’t disappear because we get married.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“You keep saying ‘we.’”
“Because we’re getting married.”
That was when something inside me shifted.
“Vanessa, please take your things. The guest house is being rented. You are not moving in, and no one is getting access to my house.”
