“He’s running errands.” Kylie shrugged as she admired her ring.
So he couldn’t even face her with the news he’d immediately remarried. He took the coward’s way out.
“Ma’am? Do you want to come back another day to get your things?” The police officer studied her face. “Perhaps another time would be better… for everyone involved.”
She shook her head. She would not be coming back here. Not ever again.
“No. I want to do it now.” She lifted her head and pointed. “My bedroom is this way.”
The police officer turned to Kylie, “Why don’t you go into the kitchen while she gathers her things?”
“What if she takes something that belongs to me?” Kylie glared.
“I don’t want anything that belongs to you.” Carolina headed to the bedroom.
When she reached what had once been her bedroom, she opened the door and stood there, shocked. The unmade bed had different bedding on it. Instead of the soft gray and white comforter, there was a brightly colored polka dot comforter that looked like it belonged on a child’s bed.
Her beautiful gray walls had been painted over with a turquoise blue and all the pictures on the wall had been taken down and replaced with weird artwork.
On top of those changes, the normally neat room was messy. The drawers on the new dresser were open with undergarments hanging out, and clothes were strewn on the floor.
Carolina took in a deep breath and tamped down her anger while she headed to the large walk-in closet.
She opened the doors and immediately froze.
All her clothing had been taken off the hangers and thrown into a pile on the floor. Kylie had already made herself at home and put her clothes up where Carolina’s once hung.
She pulled down a suitcase from the top shelf and unzipped it.
Kylie appeared in the doorway. “Nope. She doesn’t get the suitcase.”
“It’s my suitcase.” Carolina stood her ground.
Kylie produced a piece of paper. “According to the judge’s orders she can take her clothes and that’s it.” She shoved the document at the police officer.
He narrowed his eyes and took the sheet. After reading it, he handed it back to Kylie.
With an apologetic expression he turned to Carolina. “I’m afraid she’s right.”
Carolina grabbed up a pile in her arms and started for the door.
“Once she leaves she can’t come back and get the rest.” Kylie smirked and waved the court document in the air.
“How can I get all my clothes if I don’t have something to put them in?” Carolina asked.
“Not my problem.” Kylie crossed her arms over her large belly.
Carolina blinked. She’d hit rock bottom and now, on top of everything she’d endured, she was being completely humiliated.
Her jaw stiffened. “Where are the old sheets that were on the bed?”
“In the laundry room. In the pile for the maid to throw out when she comes and cleans.”
“You have a maid?” Carolina blinked.
“Of course. Chris can’t expect me to keep house and be pregnant.” She smirked.
She was stunned. Carolina had always kept the house spotless, ran errands, kept the laundry up, and managed to work in the flower beds. When Chris’s difficult mom had moved in with them last year after hip surgery, Carolina had brought up the subject of getting a maid. Chris shot her down.
