Vanessa stared past the stranger into the nearly empty living room.The wall where our wedding portrait had hung was now covered by a huge painting of a stern, sword-bearing warrior.The couch was gone. So was the coffee table.There wasn't a trace of the home she remembered.***"Come on, man. Don't joke about this," Vanessa said, her voice trembling. "This is my husband's condo. We only went away for our honeymoon..."The man spat onto the floor, snatched a sheet of paper off the entryway table, and flung it in her face."I don't care who your husband is. The sale closed, and the title transferred.""Read it. Copy of the recorded deed.""Now get lost before I call the cops and report you for trespassing!"He slammed the door in their faces.Diane collapsed onto the hallway floor, slapping the tiles and wailing."This is a disaster! That man sold our family home!""Where are we supposed to live now?""What did I do to deserve a daughter who married such a stingy monster?
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