He had the nerve to kiss my forehead before leaving as if he were doing something noble by abandoning me. The next two weeks were a blur of tears and silence as I stayed in my old apartment and ignored the world.
I kept my phone off to avoid going crazy until I eventually saw a post from Melody online. She was standing on the porch of the new house in a tight white dress with her hand on her stomach.
Garrett was hugging her from behind and the caption said that this was finally their new beginning. I grabbed my keys and drove to the house immediately because I realized they were actually moving in that very day.
The moving truck was already parked out front and men were carrying a cream colored sofa onto the porch. Melody was standing at the entrance wearing dark sunglasses and barking orders at the movers like she owned the place.
She didn’t even flinch when she saw me get out of my car and walk toward her with purpose. “It is good that you showed up so we can avoid any scenes later on,” she said with a smug smirk.
“Get out of my house right now,” I told her firmly while standing on the walkway. She just laughed and told me to get over it because Garrett had already made his final decision.
I tried to push past her to open the front door with the key I still carried in my pocket. I put the key in the lock but it would not turn no matter how hard I tried to force it.
I realized right then that the lock had been replaced with a brand new one to keep me out. “What did you do?” I asked as I turned to face her again with my hands shaking.
Melody stepped closer to me so she could enjoy the moment of my realization and pain. “I didn’t do anything, but Garrett changed the locks this morning to ensure our privacy,” she explained.
“You can’t do that because my name is on the mortgage,” I argued while trying to stay calm. “His name was on it too when you signed, but things are different now,” she replied with a venomous calm.
She pulled a beige folder out of her bag and showed me some notarized documents with official stamps. “Garrett put the house into a family trust and I am the official beneficiary along with the baby,” she bragled.
I stood there frozen because I couldn’t believe they had tried to steal the property from under me. “You are lying to me,” I whispered while looking at the signatures on the papers.