He Locked Me Out Now He’s Begging Me Back Chapter 41
Two months after the house was listed, we received a full-price offer.
The buyers were a young couple getting ready to marry. On the day they viewed the house, they spent a long time standing in the backyard, talking about where they might put a swing one day.
I read the feedback from our agent and replied with only one word:
*Accept.*
On the day of the signing, Daniel and I met in a conference room at the escrow company.
Spread across the table were the sale contract, transfer documents, and closing cost statements. Daniel flipped to the signature page, pen in hand, but did not sign right away.
The staff waited quietly.
A few minutes later, he finally wrote his name.
When the last document was passed to me, I didn’t hesitate.
After the closing, the remaining mortgage balance and related fees were deducted from the sale proceeds. My share of the equity was wired directly into my personal account.
Daniel didn’t argue.
He only asked if he could keep the cherrywood bookshelf from the study.
“You can,” I said.
It had been one of the first pieces of furniture we chose together. Maybe he needed one object to prove that our marriage had not left absolutely nothing behind.
I didn’t.
That same day, we signed the final divorce papers.
When we came out of the courthouse, a light Portland rain had started to fall. Fine streaks ran down the steps, deepening the gray of the pavement.
Daniel and I walked side by side to the entrance, neither of us opening an umbrella.
“I rented an apartment for now,” he said first.