After moving into the house, Heather began acting as if she owned the place and criticized everything about its decor.She complained that the paintings on the wall were ugly, the carpet was the wrong color, the stuffed animals were hideous, and the garden flowers were too plain…Utterly smitten, Chandler indulged her every whim. He took down the oil paintings I'd done myself, replaced the carpet we'd chosen together, and threw Alfie's favorite stuffed toys into the storage room. Turning around, he dug up all the lilies I loved from the garden and replaced them with her preferred roses. It was as if Heather were the true lady of the house.I pretended not to care. After all, they were legally married, and in the eyes of the law, this house was indeed their shared property.Plus, I was leaving soon anyway, and this was no longer my home.I let Heather have her way until one night, while she was out, I slipped quietly into Grandma's room. When Heather first moved in, she'd promise
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