Chapter 3 - A House Full of Rules
After Skylar called the bank, Derek began behaving differently.
He did not mention the frozen loan application, but he watched her more closely.
He asked where she had been during the day. He checked the mileage on her car. He complained when she placed her phone face down at dinner.
Suzanne extended her stay.
“She’s helping with the company,” Derek explained.
In reality, Suzanne followed Skylar through the apartment and reported every conversation to her brother.
The rules multiplied.
Derek wanted to approve household spending, even though many expenses were paid from Skylar’s trust distributions. He asked for access to her personal email. He insisted that she decline the Palmer Investments offer.
When she refused, he stood in the bedroom doorway and watched her type the acceptance message.
“You’ll regret this,” he said.
Skylar pressed send.
“No. I’ll regret waiting this long.”
The following morning, Derek called the company and told them Skylar was experiencing a family emergency.
She learned about it when the hiring director emailed to ask whether she needed more time.
Skylar immediately corrected the false information.
That evening, she confronted Derek in the kitchen.
“You contacted my employer.”
“I protected you from making an impulsive decision.”
“It wasn’t your decision to make.”
“You are my wife.”
“That doesn’t make you my owner.”
The words changed the air between them.
Derek placed his glass on the counter.
“Where did you learn to speak to me like that?”
Skylar almost laughed.
“Learn?”
“You’ve been talking to someone.”
“I’ve been listening to myself.”
Suzanne entered from the hallway.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” Derek said.
But he continued staring at Skylar.
Later that night, Skylar packed a small bag and placed it in the trunk of her car. It contained copies of the property deed, her passport, medication, a change of clothes, and an external drive containing the documents she had photographed.
She also changed the password to the trust’s online portal.
The system showed that someone had attempted to access it three times during the previous week.
Skylar called Mara again.
“I’m ready to file for divorce.”
“Then we proceed carefully,” Mara said. “Do not announce it until we secure the property records and financial accounts.”
“How long will that take?”
“I can file emergency notices tomorrow.”
Skylar stared at the bedroom door.
Derek was showering.
“I feel ridiculous whispering in my own home.”
“You are not ridiculous.”
“I should have left earlier.”
“You’re leaving when you’re ready and when you have a plan. That matters.”
The next morning, Skylar attended her first meeting at Palmer Investments remotely from a private office downtown.
For three hours, she felt like herself again.
She reviewed coastal development data, questioned an optimistic projection, and identified an insurance risk the rest of the team had overlooked.
Afterward, the hiring director, Caroline Brooks, asked her to remain on the call.
“You haven’t lost your instincts,” Caroline said.
“I was afraid I had.”
“Skills don’t vanish because someone stops applauding them.”
Skylar carried those words home.
When she entered the apartment, Suzanne was seated at the dining table with several documents spread before her.
“What are those?” Skylar asked.
“Household restructuring.”
“This isn’t your household.”
Suzanne smiled.
“It may not be yours much longer.”
Skylar walked closer.
One document was a draft agreement transferring management authority over the apartment from the family trust to a company controlled by Derek.
Her signature line was blank.
Suzanne pushed a pen toward her.
“Derek needs you to sign before tomorrow.”
“No.”
“You haven’t read it.”
“I read enough.”
“Your refusal could destroy his company.”
“Then his company was built on something he did not own.”
Suzanne’s smile disappeared.
“You think you can humiliate my brother and walk away?”
Skylar picked up the document.
For one terrible second, Suzanne may have believed she was surrendering.
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Instead, Skylar tore the unsigned signature page in half.
“You should tell Derek,” she said, “that the answer is no.”
