I opened the blue folder and pulled out the final document. It was not a lawsuit or some dramatic revenge plan. It was the closing statement for a small two-bedroom house twenty minutes outside the city. For years, I had been saving my bonuses while quietly paying for everyone else’s subscriptions, emergencies, and celebrations. Once I stopped funding them, I finally had enough for the down payment while keeping a comfortable emergency fund.
Trevor stared at the paperwork. “You bought a house?”
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