was no landlord. No real lease. Just lies. Worse? Taylor let it slip that Jeremy’s ex had lived there too. I was just the next unsuspecting woman funding their mortgage. I was furious. That night, I confirmed it all in public records. The apartment was co-owned by Jeremy and his mother. He had forged a fake lease, lied straight to my face, and pocketed my hard-earned money. But I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I planned. Step one: Play nice. I acted like nothing was wrong. I baked