guest in my own home.
Now Chloe wanted my bedroom—the largest room upstairs, with tall windows, genuine hardwood floors, a private balcony, and warm afternoon sunlight.
My late mother had helped design every detail of that room during our family renovation.
“You’re barely home anyway,” Chloe said, sweeping her long blonde hair over one shoulder.
“I need the natural light for my content creation, and that basement room is completely fine for you.”
“The basement is where I set up my home office,” I answered evenly.
Gwendolyn gave me a
