Mason handed Eric an envelope—revocation of account access, fraud dispute forms already filed. The joint card had been frozen hours earlier. The bank was investigating the charges as unauthorized.
Diane’s expression shifted to fear. “Wait—what does that mean?”
“It means,” I said, “the card you treated like your personal allowance stopped working six hours ago.”
Her mouth fell open.
Mason added calmly, “And because Ms. Carter is the sole homeowner, both of you are being removed pending further legal action.”
Eric went pale. “Removed to where?”
I almost laughed.
For eleven months, they treated me like an unlimited resource. Not once did they consider what would happen if I stopped paying.
Now they were finally asking.
By noon, they were out.
Not permanently—not yet—but under the temporary order, Diane could not remain after the assault complaint, and Eric chose to leave with her when I made it clear he could not stay without full cooperation, repayment, and a separation agreement.
He chose his mother.
That didn’t hurt as much as I expected. It just made things clear.
The harsh surprise Diane woke up to wasn’t dramatic revenge.
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