After Stella left with Brandon, I went back inside, looked at our wedding photos on the wall, and felt an overwhelming bitterness.I used to think that as long as I was more tolerant and understanding towards Stella, our happy little family could thrive.
But I underestimated the importance of that best guy friend in her heart.Perhaps she was truly happy only when she was with Brandon. Maybe she only married me for my money.Scene after scene of our past flashed before my eyes, like bubbles popping, and my last shred of feeling for Stella vanished.
I began to pack Stella’s things. Starting tomorrow, this house would no longer hold any trace of her.I bought this house to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. To surprise Stella, I waited until it was fully renovated before telling her, so only my name was on the deed.The first time I brought Stella here, the surprise I expected wasn’t on her face.
Instead, she questioned whose name was on the house.I told her it was my name, but since it was bought after we got married, it was considered marital property, and she shouldn’t worry about it.But Stella complained about it for a long time, saying I didn’t love her because I wouldn’t put her name on the deed, treating her like an outsider.Now, I was somewhat glad her name wasn’t on it. According to the rules, as long as I could prove I bought the house with my own money, it would be my sole property.
