He Pretended to Have Amnesia and Chose My Best Friend, I Left Chapter 07
The buyers wanted to get in before the day got too hot, so the real estate agent brought them over first thing in the morning.
Callum and Tessa were still in bed.
The real estate agent let himself in with the key I’d given him, the buyers right behind him, and started the walkthrough.
When the bedroom door opened, Callum jolted awake.
He yanked the blanket over Tessa before he was even fully upright.
“What the hell are you doing in my apartment? I’m calling the cops.”
The real estate agent didn’t flinch.
“Miss Whitlock hired us to sell this property. These buyers are here to see it.”
Callum grabbed his phone off the nightstand and called 911.
“Get out! My fiancée needs to get dressed.”
The real estate agent shrugged and walked the buyers into the other rooms.
The couple exchanged a nervous look. They were having second thoughts.
The real estate agent jumped in.
“This is the best move-in-ready place you’re going to find at this price. You won’t even have to redo a thing.”
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“Let me handle the drama. The paperwork is rock solid.”
The couple looked at each other and stayed.
By the time the police showed up, both sides had dug in.
They sat on opposite ends of the living room, nobody giving an inch.
“Who called the police?”
Callum stepped forward.
“These people broke into my home while my fiancée and I were sleeping.”
The real estate agent pulled out the deed and my signed authorization.
“Maren Whitlock is the sole owner on this deed. She authorized the sale.”
“She also said if they’re not out today, we’re filing a formal eviction notice.”
The officers reviewed the paperwork, then looked at each other.
“Mr. Redford, do you have a lease agreement for this property?”
Callum remained silent.
“Without a lease, you’re considered month-to-month tenants. If she files for eviction, it goes on your public record. I suggest you pack up before this gets to housing court.”
Tessa grabbed the deed and read it over and over, like the words might change.
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She went white.
“Callum, isn’t this the apartment you and Maren were supposed to live in after the wedding?”
“Why is only her name on it?”
“Did you just put it in her name to keep her happy?”
“If you can prove you put money into it, we could…”
“I didn’t.”
His voice was raw.
“Maren’s family paid for this place outright. Every cent.”
Tessa sank onto the couch.
She’d never imagined my parents would spend that kind of money—hundreds of thousands, paid in full—on an apartment for me.
Callum tried a different approach.
“Can you at least give us a few days to find somewhere else?”
“Not a chance.”
“Miss Whitlock needs this closed fast. The buyers are ready to move in.”
“More time? And who’s paying their costs while you figure things out?”
Callum’s jaw locked. He walked out to the balcony.
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I’d barely cleared the airport when Callum called.
“You sent strangers into the bedroom at seven in the morning. Was that really necessary?”
“She’s pregnant, Maren. You used to be friends.”
“How could you do this to her?”
“I got you that apartment. I looked out for you.”
I laughed. It came out sharp.
“Best friends don’t sleep with their best friend’s boyfriend.”
“The amnesia act might work on everyone else, Callum.”
“Don’t start believing it yourself.”