My Husband Insisted We Sell My House to Buy a Bigger One – Then Hit Me with a Shocking Demand
The golden morning light spilled through the kitchen windows of my small house on Valley View Lane. The warm beams hit the hardwood floors—the very floors I had sanded and refinished by hand. To anyone else, it might just be a house. But to me? It was my everything. I’m Andrea, and I bought this house when I was just 22 years old. I worked myself to the bone for it—pulling double shifts at a local diner while going to school for accounting. Every crack in the wall, every coat