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Chapter 3

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Blood rushed to my head, and my ears rang.

As it turned out, I was the unwelcome brother-in-law in the post.

The post was about me.

I stood there, shaking with chills while burning with rage. My grip on reality was slipping fast.

Just then, the sound of the door clicking echoed in the air.

Cass strutted in in her heels, a brand-new designer bag slung over her shoulder.

The smile on her face went stiff when she saw me.

Her voice was shrill. “How did you get in?

“Where are your manners? How can you enter a home without the owner’s permission?”

My voice was icy.

“This is my home. Why can’t I come in?”

Cass scoffed. “Your home? You’re just my husband’s brother. Don’t try to act like you own the place. Take a look at the mirror and ask if you belong here.

“Stop overstepping. It’s pathetic, really.”

She ditched her bag on the floor before making her way toward me. She blocked the entrance of her walk-in closet.

It was as if she were guarding a vault.

She looked me up and down, the disdain in her eyes apparent.

“Didn’t Mom book you a hotel? Why are you hanging around someone else’s home?

“Check your outfit. I doubt your clothes cost more than a hundred bucks altogether. Don’t bring your frugality in here.”

Frugality?

My gaze fell on her down jacket. I recalled buying the exact same one for Teresa.

Cass wouldn’t even be in this complex building, talking to me if it weren’t for my money.

I took a step forward, inching closer toward her.

“My name is on the title deed. So, tell me. Whose place is this?”

Cass grimaced and raised her voice.

“Cut the crap!

“This place was promised to your brother and me at our wedding. Alexander is the oldest, so the family home goes to him. Alexander and I are the rightful owners of this apartment. Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Promised to you?”

I smirked in rage.

“Are you suffering from amnesia or playing dumb, Cass?

“I let you stay in this apartment because we are family. Have you or Alexander contributed even a penny?”

With my words striking a nerve in her, Cass turned red in the face.

“Show some respect!

“So what if you paid for the place? You’re part of the family, so providing for us is the least you can do!

“Mom and Dad agreed to give me the room. You’re just a nobody.”

“I’m just a nobody?”

I repeated her insult, rage building in my chest.

“I’ll show you who’s the nobody here.”

Not wasting another breath on her, I shoved her aside.

I stepped into what used to be my bedroom and pulled out my phone to film everything from the wardrobe, the dressing table, to the scattered shoes on the floor, and her cosmetics on the ledge.

With a shriek, Cass lunged to snatch the phone out of my hands.

“You have no right to take a video.

“You’re invading my privacy! Get out of here!”

I stepped aside to dodge her, causing her to stumble back, nearly falling. She became even more hysterical.

Just then, the front door swung open.

My parents and Alexander were back.

Taking in the mess and Cass’ tearful eyes, Alexander furrowed his brows.

“What did you do? Why do you have to come home and get on Cass’ nerves?”

Teresa pulled a face. “Didn’t I tell you to head straight to the hotel? Why do you have to pick a fight at home?”

Thomas gave me a tug on the sleeve.

“Miles, why the fighting when you get back? Can’t you be civil?”

This was my family.

Without even getting to the bottom of the matter, they had already decided that I was at fault.

Alexander spoke matter-of-factly, “You aren’t back for a few days a year anyway. What’s wrong with Cass using an unused space for her clothes?”

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  • One Closet Too Far   Chapter 10

    I stared at my mobile screen for seconds before smiling to myself. The grin wasn’t out of mockery but of relief. Cass clung to the fantasy to keep up with appearance, much like how the rest of the family played the role of one big, happy family. I no longer saw the need to call them out on their lies. The next day, I went to check out a newly developed complex unit. The neighborhood was in a decent location, close to my workplace. While the unit didn’t feature a lot of space, the layout was perfect and bright for me. I closed the deal right there and then, taking out a mortgage. With the keys in hand, I opened the door and stared at the bare space that was my own. The weight in my chest finally lifted. There wasn’t a room reserved for me because every inch of the place belonged to me. As I settled into my new life and contemplated ways to decorate the place, a notification from Teresa popped up on my phone. She contacted me with a new number. “Miles, I know we hav

  • One Closet Too Far   Chapter 9

    The recording captured everything, from the moment I opened the door to find the room full of clothes, to Cass barging in and confronting me, to the exchange with Thomas, Teresa, and Alexander when they returned.I had all faces pixelated and audio distorted. However, the footage laid everything bare. The dispute over the property revealed the Silvers’ sense of entitlement, Cass’ hysterics, Alexander’s threats, and Thomas and Teresa’s blatant favoritism. Not a single word was missed. Along with the video, I shared screenshots of my bank statements to prove the regular mortgage payments. I even included the receipt of the initial deposit made on the apartment and a paper trail of financial support I had provided for Thomas and Teresa. At the time, they pushed the mortgage burden onto me, unwilling to take on the high interest rates.Ironically, financial obligation became evidence working in my favor. “I paid for the apartment from the down payment to the twenty grand mont

  • One Closet Too Far   Chapter 8

    “It’s high time we put Miles in his place!”I dragged my suitcases out of the neighborhood, all on my own. The biting wind of winter cut my face, but the sting was a much-needed wake-up call. I removed myself from all the family group chats and blocked their numbers. Then, I booked the first flight out to Port Coastal. The town where I grew up, a supposed sanctuary for me to retreat to, was now a place I didn’t belong in. Back in Port Coastal, I dove straight into work. Due to my work as a leading host for a major e-commerce site, the intensity and pressure were grueling enough. I needed work to consume every waking minute to drown out the family drama back home. However, the Silvers weren’t done with me yet. At dawn three days later, I was drained and exhausted after getting off a six-hour-long live stream. My assistant, Chip, approached me with a grim look, phone in hand. “Take a look at this, Miles.” A post was going viral back home, spreading like wildfire

  • One Closet Too Far   Chapter 7

    I pulled out the photo album and flipped through the pages. Most were pictures of me in my college years and starting my career. I looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I had a few pictures with the family as a kid. I smiled shyly, Alexander’s arm slung over my shoulders while Teresa and Thomas stood behind us. Back then, I honestly thought we were a loving family. What a joke. I closed the album and shoved it in my luggage along with my awards and journals. These items were reminders of who I used to be, proof that I once believed in the family. Now, it was time to let them go. I zipped and locked the suitcase. Rising to my feet, I walked out without looking back. “Hold it right there, Miles!” Alexander growled from behind me,” I’ll show up at your workplace and humiliate you if you sell the place. “I’ll show everyone what a cold-blooded monster you are for throwing your family out on the street!” I paused, my head cocking back. All I could see was his face, t

  • One Closet Too Far   Chapter 6

    “Who’s the one without a heart here? Who has been bleeding me dry?” My voice echoed through the high ceilings of the living room, stunning the family to silence. On the other end of the line, Adam Froot picked up on the fighting and asked cautiously, “Mr. Silver, is everything okay? About the listing…” “Yes, all good here,” I replied, my voice firm. “List the property immediately. It’s an urgent sale as discussed. Priority goes to cash buyers. I’m going back to Post Coastal today. We can handle the paperwork remotely, or I’ll return to complete the formalities.” “Sure thing, Mr. Silver. I’ll get to it right away.” I ended the call, and a deafening silence filled the room. Seconds later, Alexander jumped up and raised his hand at me. “I’ll kill you, you ungrateful snake!” Ready for him, I ducked back and grabbed a ceramic ornament off the foyer table. “Try me.” I brandished the piece, my gaze menacing. “I’m calling the cop the second you lay a finger on me, Alexand

  • One Closet Too Far   Chapter 5

    The Silvers in the living room went off. “What did you say?” Cass was the first to break out in screams. “Have you lost your mind, Miles? This is the family home. How can you sell our home?” Sebastian bristled, his eyes bulging with rage. “Don’t you dare, Miles!“By doing this, you are dead to us!” Thomas lost his cool, veins throbbing across his temples. “This is absurd. Nonsense! “The apartment is meant for Alexander and Cass. Where are they supposed to live if you sell the place?” Teresa grabbed me, her voice shaking. “Don’t be reckless, Miles. You can’t sell the apartment.” Their exasperation and panic cracked my still heart wide open, and a weird thrill ran across me. “Why shouldn’t I sell the place?” I dodged Teresa’s arm and spoke calmly. “It’s only my name on the title deed, and I’m keeping up with the mortgages. What’s wrong with me selling my property?” “You ungrateful son!” Thomas put his finger up my nose, his body trembling. “We have been l

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