At 6:40 the next morning, she opened her laptop.
Then she called her assistant, Tessa.
“Paige?” Tessa asked, alarmed. “Are you okay? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”
Paige looked at her daughter’s tiny face, peaceful beneath a soft white blanket.
“I am resting,” she said. “But I need you to pull the deed for the Weston Ridge house.”
Tessa went quiet.
“Your house?”
“Yes.”
“Is something wrong?”
Paige looked toward the rain-streaked hotel window.
“Bryce changed the door code while I was in the hospital and left town with his family.”
Tessa did not speak for several seconds.
Then her voice changed.
“Tell me what you need.”
Paige’s hand tightened around the phone.
“Find out if the private buyer from April is still interested.”
“The medical group?”
“Yes.”
“Paige… are you selling the house?”
Paige looked at her daughter again.
A tiny hand curled open, then closed.
“Yes,” Paige said. “I am.”
By midmorning, Tessa had sent everything.
The deed.
The title report.
The purchase records.
The prenuptial agreement Bryce had signed eleven days before the wedding while joking that Paige was being dramatic.
He had not read it carefully.
He had assumed she was protecting herself from him.
He had never considered that she had something worth protecting long before he arrived.
The Weston Ridge house had been purchased by Paige before marriage. It had never been added to any shared account. Bryce’s name appeared nowhere.
Not on the title.
Not on the loan.
Not on the tax documents.
Not on the insurance policy.
Not anywhere that mattered.
At 10:17 a.m., Bryce sent her a photo.
His mother, Elaine, sat under a white beach umbrella wearing Paige’s pearl bracelet.
The message underneath read:
Hope you found somewhere to cool off. Maybe next time you’ll show respect.
A few minutes later, Bryce’s sister added Paige to a group chat.
Elaine wrote:
A woman who cannot keep peace after having a baby cannot keep a home.
His sister, Mallory, added:
Bryce should put the house in your name before Paige ruins everything.
Bryce replied:
Already planning to fix that when we get back.
Paige stared at the messages.
Then something inside her became very still.
They were not just unkind.
They were careless.
And careless people always left proof.
Paige did not respond.
Silence was better.
