Then I texted Deirdre: “Thank you for helping me finish this story the way I chose.”
I turned to Robert, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.
“I didn’t marry you because I needed someone,” I said softly. “I married you because I had the strength to choose again.”
He looked at me, eyes glassy.
“You think she really did all that? That she used my name for those things?”
“Only one way to confirm. Check your accounts.”
He nodded, pulled out his laptop, and we began logging into everything.
It didn’t take long to see that Laura had been mismanaging funds — large withdrawals, missed payments, confusing transfers.
He sat back, speechless.
“She was afraid I’d see it,” I said.
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