“My sister stays and you pay… or you leave”: I lived for two years with the man who said he loved me, until one morning he tried to kick me out of my own home and forgot one detail that destroyed his life.

Helene stepped out of her office and informed them that the lease had been terminated by the primary tenant. Spencer started screaming that he lived there and had rights to the property.

“Not legally,” Helene replied with a cold professional tone. She told them they had exactly two hours to remove their belongings under the supervision of security.

Paige looked like she was about to cry as she realized her dream of a free luxury lifestyle was over. “You can’t leave us on the street!” she yelled at me.

I looked at her expensive coat and her six suitcases and told her she looked like someone who knew how to find a hotel. Then Helene added that the black Mercedes in the garage had to be moved by three o’clock or it would be towed.