He Gifted My Home to Another Woman

"This villa is my gift to Miss Vivian Lynn."

Under the camera flashes, Ethan Finch's voice carried through the speakers and filled the entire venue.

He stood before the home I had spent three years designing, the home I had built for us, his gaze soft as it settled on the girl in the white dress standing below the stage.

I clenched my fists.

That night, he pushed open the door and walked in, his tone matter-of-fact. "Vivian's brother took a bullet for me. She's having a depressive episode. It's just a house. Can't you be a little more gracious about it?"

"But that was our home."