Megan looks at you.
“He lied to me too.”
You want to hate her.
Part of you does.
But another part recognizes the fear in her shoulders.
“What did he say?” you ask.
She looks ashamed.
“That you were unstable. That the marriage was over. That you refused to sign divorce papers because you wanted to punish him. That your parents were controlling the money and he was trying to help you manage it.”
A bitter smile touches your mouth.
“Of course.”
Megan holds out the envelope again.
“He told me if you signed, we could finally start over. He said you owed him. But after last night, I went through his laptop.”
Jason begins walking toward her.
The deputy stationed near the courtroom steps into his path.
Megan keeps talking faster.
“He had drafts. Plans. He was going to move the inheritance into an LLC, sell the rental property, borrow against your parents’ house, then file for divorce after the money cleared.”
Your stomach turns.
Mr. Thompson takes the envelope.
Jason’s eyes burn with hatred.
“You stupid—”
The deputy steps closer.
Jason stops.
Megan whispers, “I’m sorry.”
