“The structure sat on my land!” Richard yelled, his face turning a deeper shade of red.

“The land in Westlake Hills belonged to both of us, and you chose to buy out my share of the dirt,” I reminded him.

“You never specified in the agreement that the house had to remain on it.”

He looked at the yellow crane, then back at me, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“This is insane,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “You tore a million-dollar home off its foundation just to spite me.”

“It is a modular design, Mr. Sterling,” Nathan intervened, stepping forward.

“We designed the steel frame to be bolted and unbolted. The permits for transport are fully approved by the state.”

“Shut up,” Richard snapped, his glare fixing on the engineer.

He turned his attention back to me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You’re ruining me, Alexandra,” he whispered, his voice suddenly losing its volume.

“Valerie packed her bags yesterday. She said she didn’t marry a man who lives in a construction zone.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, though I felt no anger, only a quiet sadness for him.