He Locked Me Out Now He’s Begging Me Back Chapter 49
Halfway through the meeting, my manager asked me to step outside.
The head of HR was standing outside the conference room, holding a printed copy of the Nextdoor post.
“Someone sent the link to the company’s public inbox,” she said. “We don’t get involved in employees’ private disputes, but the post mentions your management role, and some commenters say they may contact our clients. We need to hear your side.”
I didn’t explain the long history of arguments inside my marriage.
I just connected my laptop to the screen in the small conference room.
The first image was the deed and the down payment records.
The second was the lock screen.
*Claire Morgan—Guest, access expires in 21 days.*
The third was the school district residency affidavit Daniel had signed.
*Expected continuous residence: no less than ten months.*
And the last was the settlement sheet from the house sale and the final divorce agreement. Every dollar and where it went was laid out in plain language.
“The house was never jointly owned by her and her father,” I said. “It was jointly owned by me and my ex-husband. The sale was signed by both owners, and the proceeds were divided according to our agreement.”
After reading everything, the HR director did not ask me why I had refused to pick Noah up from school.
She only asked, “Can the company’s legal department verify these materials?”