My Fiancé Asked Me To Sell The Condo My Late Father Left Me—So His Mom Could Retire. I Said Yes, But Never Told Him Who I Sold It To

Of all the things Trevor could ask me to do, selling the condo Dad left me wasn’t what I expected. Yet, there he was, persuading me it was the right move so his mom, Linda, could enjoy a comfy retirement. My head spun as I thought of Dad’s memories in that place, and saying "yes" left a pit in my stomach. Carla, my best friend, warned me not to rush, but sometimes my decisions can surprise even me. What Trevor didn’t know was who actually bought the condo, and I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

One morning, as Trevor handed me a cup of steaming coffee, he casually dropped the idea, “Why not sell your dad’s condo?” I blinked, taken aback. The warm aroma of the coffee couldn't mask the chill creeping into my thoughts. "It’s just sitting there," he continued with a shrug, "it could really help Mom retire." He made it sound so simple, as if it didn’t mean letting go of everything Dad held dear.

I sat there, utterly stunned, trying to wrap my head around Trevor’s suggestion. He genuinely believed the condo was better off sold than cherished, without considering how deeply attached I was to it. His practical tone contrasted sharply with my rising shock. "Think about it," he urged, "we’d gain, not lose." As I nodded, somewhere, a silent scream echoed in my mind, one I was not ready to voice just yet.

Trevor's voice faded as my mind drifted back to Dad’s condo. I could almost hear his laughter bouncing off the walls, memories of simpler times flooding in. Trevor continued talking about potential buyers, unaware of how my heart clenched. "Lots of people would be interested," he assured with enthusiasm. I nodded along, but all I could think about was how loud and full of life the place used to be, and how empty it might become.

Just then, my phone rang, the familiar ring tone breaking my trance. It was Carla. Her voice, always calm and reassuring, pulled me back to reality. "Hey, what’s up? You sound off," she noted, sensing my hesitation. I sighed, “Trevor wants me to sell Dad’s condo.” There was a pause, one filled with unspoken support. "Really?" she questioned gently. I nodded, forgetting she couldn't see, letting her voice ground my swirling thoughts.

“What does he mean by ‘helping his mom’?” Carla asked over the phone, her concern echoing my own. I relayed Trevor's plan to sell the condo so Linda could retire comfortably. "It sounds...noble," Carla mused, but there was a hint of doubt. I chewed my lip, realizing how quickly I accepted Trevor’s logic without considering my own feelings. The condo wasn’t just property; it was a piece of Dad I wasn't ready to release.

That night, Trevor announced he'd made dinner reservations. “It’s a big decision, needs celebrating!” he said, flashing a grin. I forced a smile, deciphering his enthusiasm. "A toast," he declared, “to new beginnings!” The restaurant setting felt surreal, our upcoming meal marked by uneasy contrasts between celebration and my internal turmoil. I silently agreed to the night out, another step towards a decision I wasn’t entirely sure was mine to make.

At the restaurant, Trevor was in his element, charming our waiter as he ordered the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu. "Only the best for this," he winked. I watched, feeling slightly out of place in this fancy setting, my mind still anchored to the condo. I sipped the wine, its richness a stark contrast to my swirling worries. The evening felt like a performance, us playing roles of joy, barely scratching the surface of deeper dilemmas.