Fight For Her Vision

The scent of wet concrete used to be the perfume of my dreams, the promise of my architectural masterpiece taking shape.

Until I stood on the muddy ground of my construction site and saw it: a clumsy, awkward box, nothing like the light-filled space I' d designed.

My ex-boyfriend, Mark Davis, had offered to handle the plan submissions as a "parting gift."

It turns out, his gift was a betrayal.

He' d swapped my intricate blueprints for cheap, generic plans bought online.

My dream home was being built into a monstrosity, a monument to his fraud.