Planning what? A housewarming party in my living room? I just smiled and said,
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m handling everything.”
You should have seen his face. So smug. He really thought he’d won.
The next morning, I made my move. While Finn was still asleep, I called a locksmith and had all the locks changed. The locksmith was in and out in under an hour. I paid him, thanked him, and sat down with a cup of tea to wait. When Finn finally woke up and strolled into the kitchen like he owned the place, I casually told him,
“By the way, I had the locks changed this morning. You’ll need to grab your things and leave by the end of the day.”
You guys. The Panic on his face. He went pale.
“What do you mean you changed the locks? You can’t do that.”
Oh, I absolutely can. This is my house, remember? It’s in my name. You’re not on the deed, you’re not on the mortgage, and now you’re not welcome here.
