Chapter 3 - Caleb Comforts His Mother Amidst The Moving Boxes
“You laid hands on my mother, Alyssa, and you threatened to throw her out on the street,” Caleb said in a low, lethal tone.
“She built this house with her own hands before you even learned how to walk, and you treat her like trash!” Caleb continued.
Margaret gripped the fabric of Caleb’s shirt tighter, her short brown hair brushing against his chest as she tried to calm her breathing.
“Let’s just get out of here, Caleb… I can’t breathe in this room anymore,” Margaret sobbed softly, her voice barely audible.
“We aren’t going anywhere, Mom. She is the one who is leaving this property tonight,” Caleb stated with absolute firmness.
Alyssa scrambled to her feet, stumbling slightly before finding her balance amidst the scattered clothes on the terracotta tiles.
“This is my home too! My name is on the secondary deed, and you can’t legally kick me out like a stray dog!” Alyssa screamed.
“The deed was never transferred, Alyssa; my attorney checked the county records this morning,” Caleb replied coldly.
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Alyssa’s face turned an ugly shade of pale crimson as her trump card dissolved into thin air before her eyes.
She realized her bluff had failed, but her arrogance refused to let her back down without a bitter, destructive fight.
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