She Sold the House, I Forced Her to Divorce
I am a real estate agent.
My mom, Irma Bond, comes to me privately and asks me to sell her apartment.
She explains, "Your dad is having trouble with his business. I want to give him a little assistance."
This apartment was left to her by my grandmother, Anita Crosby. It was meant to be a safe haven just for her. For my dad, she is selling her own refuge at a low price.
Soon, a buyer contacts me.
The woman says to me, "Hi. Could you reserve the apartment for me first? I'll have my partner give it to me as a birthday gift next week."
The moment I catch a glimpse of her profile photo featuring her and her partner, I freeze.
It's my dad!
I nod with a smile as I reply, "Of course. I look forward to seeing him soon."