Chapter 6: The Letter
Rebecca’s formal letter arrived at Aaron’s parents’ house three days later.
I received a copy the same morning. The language was precise and cold: a clear restatement of the postnuptial terms, a warning against any attempt to occupy or claim interest in the property, and notice that further contact regarding the house must go through counsel.
Aaron called from a blocked number that afternoon. I let it go to voicemail. His message was short and tight.
“You’ve turned this into a war. My father is not going to accept being treated like a stranger in his son’s home.”
I saved the message and forwarded it to Rebecca.
That evening my parents came over with dinner. My father checked the locks and the new security cameras while my mother set the table. They did not ask for details about the legal steps. They simply made sure I ate and that the nursery remained ready.
After they left, I walked through the quiet rooms alone. The house still smelled faintly of fresh paint and the lemon cleaner my mother preferred. I stood in the doorway of the nursery and rested both hands on the curve of my stomach.
May you like
“We’re staying,” I whispered. “No matter what they try.”
The baby shifted in response, a small, steady movement that felt like an answer.
