I walked through those doors as the sole owner of the property and the woman who held all the power.
I changed out of my travel clothes and into a sharp white power suit before calling my lead attorney and requesting private security for the perimeter.
I then instructed the house staff to pack every single one of Caleb’s belongings into cardboard boxes.
I told them to stack the boxes neatly by the front gate, leaving nothing of his inside the house.
Two hours later, Caleb pulled up in a taxi, looking disheveled and sweating through his expensive linen shirt.
His parents followed in a separate car, though I noticed that Tessa was nowhere to be seen.
Caleb ran to the iron gate and began to shake the bars with a look of pure fury on his face.
“Open this gate right now, Lydia, because this is my home and you have no right to lock me out,” he screamed.
I walked down the driveway slowly while holding a thick black folder in my hands.
“Actually, Caleb, this house belongs to a holding company that was established long before we ever met,” I said calmly.
I reminded him that he had never bothered to read the legal documents he signed when he thought they were just standard paperwork.