I Pretended To Leave For London, Then Caught My Family Breaking Into My Apartment

through the room.

“Once she’s gone, we’ll bring in a locksmith, change the locks, pack her things, and put the apartment on the market immediately.”

She paused to take a sip of tea.

“Chloe desperately needs the money. It’ll help her settle her debts and start over.”

The casualness of her words hit harder than a slap.

They were discussing my home.

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