I watched the transformation unfold in slow motion, like a scene from a courtroom drama where the defense realizes the evidence is stacked against them. Madison’s confident demeanor faltered, her eyes darting to the glowing screen on the island, then back to me, disbelief creeping into her polished exterior. The truth was laid bare, and reality was inescapable.
“Owner of Record: Caldwell Property Holdings, LLC,” I reiterated, letting each word settle in the air between us like a judge’s gavel. The color drained from her cheeks, leaving behind a pale canvas of confusion and shock. This was the moment that solidified the narrative Brad conveniently ignored: the house they believed was theirs was, in fact, mine.
