My Husband Locked Me Out of Our Home for Another Woman Chapter 09

My Husband Locked Me Out of Our Home for Another Woman Chapter 09

On the day of the final handover, I arrived at the old condo half an hour early.

The movers had already cleared out everything that belonged to me, leaving only the television, dining

table, and floor lamp, the few pieces Nolan had actually paid for.

In the master bedroom, nothing remained but the faint indentations where the mattress used to rest.

Nolan had arrived early as well.

With dark, heavy circles under his eyes, he stood frozen in the doorway.

“Where’s the bed?” he asked, his voice hollow.

“Sold it to a secondhand furniture store.”

His throat moved.

“We chose that bed together.”

“And later you said Sienna slept best on it.”

He lowered his head.

I opened the storage cabinet.

The last box of wedding items was still there: invitation samples, the bridal boutique contract, the gift list for our parents’ first dinner.

Nolan crouched down and went through it, then found my handwritten notes.

[Nolan has stomach issues. Prepare hot soup before the toasts.]

Another page read:

[If Sienna attends, seat her near the lounge to avoid overstimulation.]

Nolan held that sheet of paper, the veins standing out on the back of his hand.

“Back then, you were even making arrangements for her because of me.’

I took the box back.

“Move. The buyers need to inspect the place.”

He picked up the lace shawl left over from my bridal fitting. “Why can’t you give us

“Why can’t you give me one more chance?”

I said, “Because I never even got one for myself.”

He looked up, desperation bleeding into his voice. “I’ll change, Elena. I swear.”

“Possession. “I cut him off

“Elena.

“Don’t.”

The Bennett couple arrived.

Naomi walked them through the utility inspection.

I read out the numbers: electric meter, water meter, gas meter, HOA settlement statement, two key fobs,

three keys.

Mrs. Bennett checked the door lock.

“What about the smart lock account?”

I deleted the shared home account on the spot.

Nolan’s phone chimed.

A permission removal notification popped up.

He stared at his phone.

“You’re deleting that too?”

I said, “The condo is sold. Did you want the door lock left behind for nostalgia?”

Mr. Bennett gave a quiet cough.

Naomi handed me the handover form.

I signed it.

Nolan suddenly grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t sign.”

I looked at his hand.

“Let go.”

He did not.

Naomi stepped forward.

“Mr. Whitmore, this is a contractual handover. Please don’t make us call the police.”

Slowly, he released me.

I finished signing the handover form and gave the keys to Mrs. Bennett.

She smiled and thanked me.

Nolan watched the keys leave try hand, and his whole body seemed to take a step back.

I sent him the final HOA settlernent statement.

“Your television, dining table, and floor lamp need to be removed within three days. Anything left behind will be treated as abandoned property.”

He gave a bitter laugh.

“You talk to me like you’re sending a legal notice now.”

“It works.”

He stood there holding the shawl, unmoving.

“You’re really not keeping anything?”

I picked up the empty box.

“I left you something to wipe the table with.”

The new owners began changing the door lock code.

Nolan stood outside the door.

I walked past him.

His voice had gone hoarse.

“The condo is gone. Where am I supposed to go?”

I did not stop.

“You’re asking the wrong person.”

Before the elevator doors closed, I saw that he was still holding the shawl.