And as long as the mortgage stayed current, they could keep hiding what Nathan had done.
But there was something they hadn’t considered.
They had given me a reason to start looking.
And now I was looking at everything.
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THE LAST THING THEY EXPECTED
I put the property transfer agreement on the table.
Nobody spoke.
The clock above the kitchen doorway ticked loudly.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Nathan finally whispered:
“I can explain.”
I looked at him.
“No.”
He swallowed.
“Please.”
“You’ve had eighteen months to explain.”
“I was trying to fix it.”
“You forged my signature.”
“I was desperate.”
“You stole from our joint account.”
“I was going to replace it.”
“You rented another apartment.”
“I was helping Rachel.”
“You promised her a divorce.”
“I was confused.”
“You gambled away money secured against my house.”
He lowered his head.
I felt no anger anymore.
