Instead, she got a suite.
Ryan sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone.
His mother called.
“What happened?”
He didn’t answer.
“Ryan?”
“Addison sold the house.”
Silence.
“What?”
“She sold it.”
Joyce inhaled sharply.
“To whom?”
“I don’t know.”
“You need to get it back.”
“I know.”
“Then call your attorney.”
“I did.”
“And?”
Ryan stared at the floor.
“He says she had the right.”
Joyce went silent.
Then she said,
“This is your fault.”
Ryan looked up.
“What?”
“You should have handled Addison before the wedding.”
His expression darkened.
“You knew?”
“I knew she wouldn’t react well.”
“She sold the house!”
“I told you to transfer it months ago.”
Ryan froze.
“What?”
Joyce sighed.
“You were supposed to move the title into Tyler’s company.”
Ryan stood.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I did.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I told you repeatedly.”
