Free.
Because my life finally belonged to me again.
And it did.
A week later, the real estate agent called—the one who’d helped me find that “perfect” countryside house.
She sounded equal parts amused and appalled.
“Julie… you are not going to believe what’s happening out there.”
I leaned back at lunch, watching traffic slide past the café window.
“Try me.”
“They’re in chaos. The neighbors are talking. Constant fighting. Yelling. Glass breaking almost every night.”
I hummed softly.
“The house is still sinking. The porch is tilting. The fence is leaning. They patch one crack and another opens.”
I closed my eyes, picturing Olivia’s expensive tastes and greedy confidence—trapped in a house slowly swallowing them.
“How much can they sell it for?” I asked.
She laughed darkly.
“They can’t. It’s basically unsellable. Maybe land value—if that.”
“Then what happens?”
A pause.
“If they keep missing payments… foreclosure.”
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