No More Handyman: His Last Stand

de on my screen. This code was my life's work for the last three years. It was intricate, efficient, and powerful. It was the engi

lammed open, sha

owed by the clumsy sound of someone stumbli

. She knew I often worked late in here. She never

u in there?" Brittan

e, leaning against the doorframe, with Dylan's arm draped over her sh

of anger through me. This was the one room in the apartment that was mine. It was w

?" I asked, my voic

Brittany announced, ignoring my tone

slowly. "No

usal. In all our years together, I had never said no to her

hint of annoyance in her voice. "Don'

id, looking directly at Dyl

and up straighter, puffing his chest

orward, "is that this is my home, too

then anger. "Excuse me? This is my apa

tly into our joint account, which paid for this apartment and everything in it. My money was paying for the roof ove

my unpaid labor pay the rent? The labor that

e, she seemed to realize that the doormat she h

lly sputtered. "He's just sleeping

rd as steel. "I'm not going to sleep under th

I never thought I'd

mixture of anger and confusion. The easy, compliant

her pride wounded. "B

out of the office. "You're unbelievable, Sean! Com

oor. A moment later, it slammed shut, l

tle of wine was knocked over on the coffee table, a dark red stain already spreading acros

sence in my life. They came in, made a

t this

straight into our bedroom. I pulled a duffel bag