My Fiancé Gave My Place Away

"The apartment I shared with my fiancé, Ryan Carter, was supposed to become our home after the wedding.

But four years in, I was still nothing more than a temporary visitor.

Because every access card Ryan ever gave me was a temporary guest pass.

The thing deactivated every few days.

And whenever it failed at the elevator, I had no choice but to climb seventeen flights of stairs.

I'd complained more times than I could count.

Ryan's answer was always the same—impatient, dismissive.

""They only issue one permanent resident card. What's the big deal about climbing a few stairs?""