“Josephine.”
David returned, looking grim.
“My colleague ran a quick check. Eleanor applied for a $500,000 home equity line of credit yesterday, listing this address. The application is under review, but she signed documents claiming to be the owner.”
“That’s impossible. The deed is under my LLC.”
“She might have forged your signature or claimed to be acting as your agent. Either way, it’s federal fraud. The bank will need to be notified immediately.”
I felt a strange calm settle over me. Eleanor had just handed me the nuclear option.
“Document everything. Create a file with every piece of evidence. And David, find out when the California Real Estate Association gala is.”
“October 20th. Why?”
“Because that’s where this ends—publicly, permanently. Eleanor wanted my house. Instead, she’s just given me the power to destroy everything she values most: her reputation.”
The call from Wells Fargo came at 10:00 a.m., just as Eleanor’s Mercedes was pulling up to my gate.
