“Your SUV has already been sold, Selene. My mother needed that money more than you did, so stop playing the victim and heat up dinner.”

“I said the SUV is gone.”

Gone?

The vehicle I had spent six years paying off with overtime shifts at the hospital.

The one registered solely in my name.

The one I had inherited the final payment for after my father passed away.

He casually shrugged.

“My mother needed the money. Her roof had to be replaced.”

I laughed because my brain refused to process what I’d heard.

“You sold my car?”

He finally looked at me.

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

Before I could respond, my mother-in-law walked into the kitchen carrying a shopping bag from an expensive boutique.

“Oh, you’re home!” she smiled. “The new roof looks wonderful.”

New roof?

As she continued talking, I noticed designer shoes peeking out of her bag.

A luxury handbag rested over her shoulder.

Fresh highlights gleamed in her hair.

This wasn’t emergency spending.

This was a shopping spree.

I turned back to Damian.

“You stole my vehicle.”

His expression hardened.

“Don’t exaggerate.”

“You barely used it.”

“My mother deserved help more than you needed another SUV.”

Then came the sentence that shattered something inside me.

“So stop playing the victim and heat up dinner.”