PART 3: THE PRICE OF TAKING EVERYTHING
Patricia stared at the television as if waiting for the figures to change.
“You can’t do this,” she whispered.
“I already have.”
Daniel struck the table with his palm.
“I’m your husband!”
“And that gave you permission to forge my signature?”
“Some of it was joint money. That’s why the bank is investigating the transfers rather than simply accepting my accusations. But these company assets have never belonged to you.”
Brittany suddenly interrupted.
“Daniel said you agreed!”
I faced her.
“Then you’ll have no problem showing investigators the agreement I supposedly signed.”
Her mouth opened, but she said nothing.
Patricia moved toward me.
“You selfish little—”
“Don’t.”
I didn’t raise my voice.
There was no need.
“You’ve spent three years eating at my table, insulting my work, and demanding money. Tonight, you stole food I’d prepared, hit me, and expected me to apologize.”
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