Chapter 3: The Money She Never Mentioned
The next morning, David sat at Elena’s kitchen table with a folder between them.
He had barely slept.
Neither had Elena.
Sunlight spilled across the floor, making the silence feel even colder.
David pointed at the folder.
“My father left money?””
Elena stared at her coffee.
“Yes.””
“How much?””
She hesitated.
“More than enough to change your life.””
“And you never told me?””
“I didn't want it to change you.””
David leaned back.
“What does that even mean?””
“When your father died, there were debts.””
“Debt doesn't explain millions of dollars.””
Elena looked up sharply.
“How did you find that number?””
“Stephie said my father left money.””
“She guessed.””
“She knew.””
Elena sighed.
“Your father had a life insurance policy. There was also an investment account. The account was supposed to go to you when you turned thirty.””
David stared at her.
“I turned thirty two years ago.””
“Yes.””
“Where is it?””
Elena reached into the folder.
Inside was a bank statement.
David scanned it.
His pulse jumped.
The balance was substantial.
“Why did you hide this?””
“I didn't steal from you.””
“I didn't say you did.””
“You were about to.””
David pushed the statement back.
“So why?””
“Because I was afraid.””
“Of what?””
“Of people.””
David frowned.
“What people?””
Elena looked toward the window.
“Your father trusted the wrong ones.””
Before David could ask more, his phone buzzed.
Stephie.
He answered.
“What?””
Her voice was low.
“Can we talk?””
“We are talking.””
“Not like this.””
“You have ten seconds.””
A pause.
Then Stephie said, “I was wrong.””
David closed his eyes.
“About?””
“Your mother.””
Elena looked up.
“I shouldn’t have said what I said.””
“You shouldn’t have done what you did.””
“I know.””
“Do you?””
“I do.””
There was a long silence.
Then Stephie whispered, “But you don't know why.””
David stood.
“Then tell me.””
“I was scared.””
“Of my mother?””
“Of losing you.””
“You thought insulting her would keep me?””
“No.””
“Then what?””
“I thought if I could get her to leave the wedding early, we'd have one night that belonged to us.””
David’s expression hardened.
“You planned it?””
“I planned to talk to her.””
“Did you plan the insult?””
“No.””
“Who did?””
Stephie didn't answer.
“Stephie?””
“I was angry.””
“That still doesn't answer.””
Another pause.
“She told me I wasn't good enough for you.””
Elena stood.
“I never said that.””
Stephie must have heard her through the phone.
“You're right there?””
“Yes,” David said.
Stephie went silent.
David ended the call.
Elena sat down.
“I never told her that.””
“I know.””
“Do you?””
“I know you.””
A car horn sounded outside.
Then another.
David walked to the window.
Stephie was standing in the driveway.
Beside her was a man in a gray suit.
Elena frowned.
“Who is that?””
David stepped outside.
The man extended a business card.
“Mr. Cole? I’m Richard Vance.””
David looked at the card.
“Attorney.””
“Yes.””
“Why are you here?””
Richard glanced toward the house.
“I represent Mrs. Stephie Cole.””
David stiffened.
“You represent my wife?””
“Former wife, according to yesterday’s events.””
“Then why are you here?””
Richard handed him an envelope.
“Because she asked me to deliver this before you make any decisions regarding the property.””
David opened it.
His stomach tightened.
It was a legal notice.
Stephie was claiming that David had promised her shared ownership of the house.
“That’s a lie.””
Richard remained calm.
“You can dispute it.””
David looked at Stephie.
“You brought a lawyer to my mother’s house?””
“I had no choice.””
“You always have a choice.””
Stephie stepped closer.
“I didn't file anything.””
Richard looked at her.
“Mrs. Cole—”
“Not here,” she snapped.
David noticed the attorney’s expression.
He knew.
Stephie had filed something.
Maybe she hadn't understood what it meant.
Maybe she had.
David turned to Richard.
“Did she submit this before the wedding?””
Richard hesitated.
“That’s attorney-client information.””
David looked at Stephie.
She said nothing.
His stomach dropped.
She hadn't prepared the document after their argument.
She had prepared it before.
Before the wedding.
Before she insulted his mother.
Everything suddenly looked different.
David walked back inside.
Elena was waiting.
“What did you find?””
He put the paperwork on the table.
“She planned the property issue before we got married.””
Elena stared at the papers.
Then she noticed a second page.
Her hand trembled.
“David…”
“What?””
“That signature.””
He looked down.
At the bottom of the page was a witness signature.
He recognized it.
It belonged to a man who had worked for his father.
A man who had disappeared from their lives fifteen years earlier.
David whispered his name.
“Thomas Reed.””
Elena's face drained of color.
“You know him?””
“Yes.””
“Where is he?””
Elena slowly stood.
“He's the reason your father died in debt.””
David stared at her.
“And he just signed Stephie's agreement?””
Elena didn't answer.
Because there was one more name beneath Thomas Reed's.
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A name David never expected to see.
His mother's.
