Chapter 11 - The Locks Are Changed Forever
“It isn't your house, Julian,” David reminded him calmly, stepping back as the officers held Julian firmly by his shoulders.
“The Mercer ancestral estate was registered under Eleanor’s private land trust, which has passed entirely to Evelyn.”
“Your personal belongings have been packed into four cardboard boxes and delivered to a storage unit on the edge of town.”
“The rental key and the prepaid thirty-day receipt are inside this envelope.”
Julian stared at the yellow envelope in David’s hand, his throat tight, his knees trembling as the full weight of his complete ruin hit him.
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He had left Boston three days ago as a wealthy, arrogant executive who treated his wife like an invisible servant.
He had returned as a penniless, disgraced fugitive with zero assets, zero reputation, and nowhere left to go.
