My Wife Kicked My One-Year-Old Son Down the Stairs and Blamed My Eight-Year-Old Daughter—Then the Security Camera Exposed What She Had Been Planning for Months
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Chapter 25 / 27
Chapter 25 - I sell the mansion staircase
Not literally the staircase.
The whole house.
Two years after the incident.
People thought I moved because of trauma.
Partly.
Mostly because the house was ridiculous.
Eight bedrooms.
Formal dining room used six times a year.
Three staircases.
Staff wing.
More landscaping than one family needed.
Lily asked:
“Do rich people have to live huge?”
“No.”
“Then why did we?”
I had no respectable answer.
Habit.
Status.
Expectation.
We bought a smaller home.
Still comfortable.
One main staircase.
Gates while Noah needed them.
A yard.
Lily chose her room based on sunlight.
May you like
Not distance from Noah.
That mattered.
