Gary’s eyes widened.
“Who is that?”
“Mr. Collins. My attorney.”
Gary’s face drained of color.
“Why is your attorney here?”
Mr. Collins stepped inside.
“Good morning, Gary. I understand you’ve returned to the marital residence.”
Gary stammered.
“I’m her husband. I have a right to be here.”
Mr. Collins calmly opened his folder.
“Your marital status doesn’t automatically give you the right to move back into a property that is solely owned by Debbie,
especially when you’ve been living elsewhere and divorce proceedings are underway. We’ll address the legal details through the proper channels.”
Gary looked at me as if I had betrayed him.
“You actually planned all this?”
I nodded.
“Not the part where your girlfriend threw you out. But I did prepare for the possibility that you’d come back expecting me to forgive everything.”
He grabbed his suitcase.
“This is unbelievable. After twenty-two years, you’re treating me like a stranger!”
