“I’m not here for a divorce, Maggie.”
“I don’t want his money.”
“This isn’t about money.”
He held out the envelope.
I didn’t take it.
Mr. Davis sighed. “He signed documents making it clear you owed him nothing if you walked away. He also placed money into a counseling scholarship fund in your name. You can refuse all of it. He wanted that in writing. He wanted to make it right, but he also wanted to give you security.”
“This isn’t about money.”
“Why?”
“So no one could say you married him for money.”
My chest tightened.
“Read the letter,” he said. “Please.”
I opened the envelope.
The first line nearly took my knees out from under me.
“Read the letter.”
“Maggie, you were never the liar. I was.”
I gripped the doorframe.
Mr. Davis spoke gently. “He’s at the alumni brunch right now.”
I looked up. “What?”
Mr. Davis glanced at his watch. “Kevin told me to bring this now, while he was already standing in front of them. He’s reading that confession to the alumni board, the principal, and your former classmates.”
