Chapter Thirty-Eight
“I’ll buy you a new one and anything else that you could ever want. I don’t want you to live in a place that reminds you of him.” Spencer said, glancing over at me as he pulled out a shoe box from one of the bags. He opened the lid looking down at the slinky looking black heels. “I told him not to buy so much.”
“I don’t want a new house, Spencer.” I closed the folder, putting it onto the cabinet. “I busted my ass for it.”
“Andreena.” Spencer said, turning around to look at me.
“I’m not going to give it up. I’ll sign the papers if it will make you happy but I’m not giving up my house.”
Spencer’s eyes scanned mine, I could see the wheels turning in his head. He bit the inside of his cheek, looking at me. “I’ll make sure you get your house, but I don’t want you stayi
