I headed downstairs, following the sounds of Sam and Noah’s voices until I located them in the kitchen. “Excuse me?” I interjected, stepping into the room. “We’re handling the renovations. We’re paying for everything. Why should you get to approve every little detail?”
Sam looked taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. “Eliza, I understand you’re managing the renovations, but this is a significant investment. I just want to make sure everything is done right.”
“Everything is being done right,” I snapped. “I’m not some amateur. I know what I’m doing. But I can’t keep going if you’re going to micromanage every decision.”
Sam’s face turned a shade darker, a mix of anger and disbelief etched in his features. Noah shifted uncomfortably, clearly caught in the middle of this brewing storm.
“This is a step too far,” I continued, my voice trembling with frustration. “I don’t want this place if you’re going to be so controlling about it! I’ve been putting in so much effort, and we’ve paid for so much already, and for what? My name won’t even be on the title.”
Noah stepped toward me. “Honey, calm down.”
“No, I won’t,” I snapped at Noah before turning to Sam. “If you want to be in charge, then I insist you take full responsibility.”
Sam frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Pay us back for all the work we’ve done so far, and we’ll sign a rental agreement. You can keep the house and make sure it passes all the city inspections for rental units. We’ll just pay rent and utilities, and you can deal with everything else.”
The room fell silent, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air.
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