He Locked Me Out Now He’s Begging Me Back Chapter 30
I took the representation agreement from my bag, opened it to the signature page, and held it out to Daniel.
“The divorce filing and property protection are being handled by my attorney. If you have anything to say from now on, say it to her.”
Daniel stared at my signature, his face draining of color.
“This is something this big, and you didn’t even discuss it with me?”
“When you signed Noah’s school residency affidavit, you didn’t even tell me.”
I took the agreement back.
“I’m done fighting for the bare minimum right to know what’s being done with my own life.”
The door behind us suddenly opened.
Daniel’s mother and Tessa came out one after the other. As if she hadn’t heard a word of what we’d just said, his mother chimed in eagerly, “Since everything’s out in the open now, I might as well tell you, too. My things are already packed. I’ll be moving in soon.”
I stopped.
She smiled at Daniel. “That house is so big. You, Tessa, Noah, and me—three generations under one roof. It’ll be perfect.”
In the list she just gave, there was no place for me.
Daniel whipped around. “Mom, where are you planning to stay?”