Just after I bought a luxury house, my husband suddenly announced his parents and divorced sister were moving in with us. When I refused, he snapped, “This house is mine—you bought it with my money. Object again, and I’ll kick you out!” But when he showed up at the mansion with them, they froze at what they saw…

Patrick leaned against the counter with an impatient expression and said, “Do not start complaining already.”

“I am not complaining,” I answered calmly. “I am asking why you made a decision about our house without speaking to me.”

He laughed once in a short unpleasant way and replied, “Our house? Natalie, this place belongs to me.”

My stomach tightened as I asked, “What exactly do you mean?”

Patrick’s voice hardened when he said, “You bought it with my money. I have been paying for everything in our life, so if you argue about this again I will throw you out.”

For several seconds I simply stared at him because I expected the conversation to turn into a joke, yet his expression remained cold and serious.

“I paid for the house with my own accounts,” I said quietly.

Patrick folded his arms and replied with a smirk, “Then show me proof.”

The following morning Patrick left the house early in his dark sedan and announced that he was heading to the airport to collect his parents Deborah and Harold Sullivan along with his sister Melissa.