He Took Our Kids To Tuscany To Marry His Assistant—Then Came Home To Find His Life Gone

go?” Frank demanded. “I have rights. I have belongings in that house.”

“Had,” I corrected. “Your belongings are in a storage unit across town, unit 247. The rent’s paid through the end of the month.” I handed him a small key. “After that, you’re on your own.”

“A storage unit?” Frank stared at the key like it was a dead mouse.

“This isn’t over, you crazy continue reading …