He Demanded To Be Added To The Deed—Then I Found Out Why He Was Rushing

I bought my house three years before I ever met Rami. Signing those papers felt like planting a flag in the middle of my life: mine. After the wedding, he moved in rent-free. We painted a wall, hung curtains, picked out a ridiculous rug. I thought we were a team. Then one night over takeout he said, casual as a yawn, “We’re married now. I want my name on the deed.” I didn’t even put down my fork. “No. It’s my property.” Something cold flickered across his face. He laughed, a little too loud, and dropped it. The next day… CONTINUE READING…