“This is my home.”
Lenora stood slowly.
“No. It isn’t.”
He laughed, bitter and stunned. “So that’s it? You get money and suddenly everything is yours?”
“The lease is held by a company under the Harrison trust,” Lenora said. “Apparently it always was.”
That fact had been one of the strangest discoveries of the night. Darnell, who boasted constantly that he “carried” her, had been living in a trust-subsidized apartment connected to Harrison holdings. The invisible structure of her family’s wealth had been supporting them both while he called her a burden.
His face twitched.
“You’re enjoying this.”
“No.”
“You want to punish me.”
“I want to leave safely.”
Something in his expression shifted. The hurt became anger because anger was easier for him to hold.
“You lied to me for five years.”
“I didn’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that you never suspected?”
