Chapter 5: The Missing Two Hundred Thousand Dollars
Daniel ended the call without saying goodbye.
For several seconds, he stood in the middle of my living room, staring at the screen as if Michael had somehow reached through it and struck him.
Then he turned toward me.
"Where is he?""
"Who?""
"Michael. Where is he?""
"I don't know.""
"Don't lie to me, Claire.""
I almost laughed.
After everything he had done, he still believed he could demand honesty from me while offering nothing in return.
"I haven't seen your brother," I said.
"He sent me a message, and we spoke on the phone.""
Daniel's expression tightened.
"What did he tell you?""
"That I should ask you who received the first $200,000.""
He looked toward the open doorway.
The security guard was still in the hall, watching us.
Daniel lowered his voice.
"Listen to me carefully. Michael has always been jealous of what I've built. He's trying to turn you against me because he wants something.""
"What does he want?""
"The company.""
"What company?""
He hesitated.
That was the first time I realized there was another part of Daniel's life I knew almost nothing about.
I knew he worked in commercial property consulting. I knew he had business partners, clients, and meetings that occasionally ran late.
I knew he had once lost a substantial amount of money on a restaurant investment and had spent months pretending it was a minor setback.
But I had never seen the company's accounts.
I'd never met most of his partners.
And when he talked about work, he usually spoke in broad terms that made it difficult to ask specific questions without sounding as though I were interrogating him.
"Daniel," I said, "what company?""
He ran a hand through his hair.
"Northstar was financing a project.""
"Your project?""
"Not entirely.""
"Whose project?""
He looked at the ceiling.
"Claire, I can't explain all of this in five minutes.""
"You have as long as it takes to tell me why my apartment is securing a $480,000 loan.""
He stared at me.
Then he gave a short, humorless laugh.
"You really want the truth?""
"Yes.""
"Fine. Northstar lent money to a company I helped manage. The company had obligations it couldn't meet. We needed additional collateral to refinance the debt.""
"And you chose my apartment.""
"I chose the only asset available that could get the lender to move quickly.""
"My property wasn't available.""
"I thought I could make the payments before you ever knew.""
I felt sick.
"That doesn't make it yours.""
"I know that now.""
"No, Daniel. You knew it then. You just believed you could get away with it.""
His phone rang again.
This time, he rejected the call.
A second later, a message appeared.
I saw only a few words before he turned the screen away.
The lender wants the original by tomorrow.
Daniel shoved the phone into his pocket.
"Who wants the original?"" I asked.
"No one you need to worry about.""
"Then why are you worried?""
He stepped closer.
"Because if that document gets into the wrong hands, everyone loses.""
"Everyone except the people who already took the money.""
His jaw tightened.
"You don't understand business.""
"And you don't understand marriage.""
For a moment, we stood facing each other in the apartment where we had once danced barefoot on the kitchen tiles after our wedding.
I remembered Daniel laughing when I spilled red wine on his shirt. I remembered him helping me paint the spare bedroom. I remembered the night he sat beside me on the bathroom floor after I dreamed about my grandmother dying all over again.
Those memories hadn't vanished.
That was the cruelest part.
They were still there, perfectly preserved, while the person I had attached them to revealed himself as someone I barely recognized.
The doorbell rang.
Daniel looked toward the hallway.
"That will be my mother's attorney.""
"I haven't invited him in.""
"He represents the family.""
"He doesn't represent me.""
Daniel's voice sharpened.
"Claire, please don't embarrass me.""
I looked at him.
"You should have thought about that before you forged my name.""
He opened the door himself.
Lorraine stood outside, dressed in a tailored cream suit with a leather handbag tucked beneath her arm. Beside her was a thin man in his fifties carrying a briefcase.
She looked past Daniel and fixed her eyes on me.
"You've caused enough trouble.""
I didn't answer.
The attorney stepped forward.
"Mrs. Bennett, I'm Arthur Collins. I represent Mrs. Lorraine Bennett regarding the occupancy and transfer of the property.""
"Then you should speak to my attorney, Rebecca Shaw.""
He blinked.
"I wasn't aware you had retained counsel.""
"Now you are.""
Lorraine pushed past Daniel.
"Rebecca Shaw?"" she repeated.
"That woman has no idea how this family operates.""
"Fortunately, my property dispute doesn't require her to understand your family traditions.""
Her cheeks reddened.
Arthur Collins cleared his throat.
"Perhaps we could sit down and discuss an orderly resolution.""
"What resolution?""
"Your mother-in-law is willing to vacate the apartment temporarily while the documentation is reviewed. In exchange, she would like written confirmation that you won't initiate legal proceedings against her.""
I stared at him.
"She occupied my apartment without permission, removed my belongings, and threatened to have me arrested. Why would I promise not to pursue a legal remedy?""
"Because litigation can be expensive and emotionally difficult.""
"Then perhaps she should have considered that before moving in.""
Lorraine slammed her handbag onto the entry table.
"Ungrateful girl! My son has spent years supporting you, and this is how you repay him?""
Daniel closed the door.
"Mom, stop.""
She turned on him.
"Don't tell me to stop! You said this would be handled by now.""
The room went quiet.
Arthur Collins looked sharply at her.
I looked at Daniel.
And Daniel looked as though he wanted the floor to open beneath him.
"What did you say?"" I asked Lorraine.
She pressed her lips together.
"Nothing.""
"You said Daniel promised this would be handled. What exactly did he promise you?""
Lorraine glanced at the attorney.
He closed his briefcase.
"I think it would be prudent to continue this discussion with legal representatives present.""
"Excellent," I said.
"My attorney's number is on the business card beside the door.""
Arthur gathered his things.
Lorraine remained where she was.
"You're making a terrible mistake, Claire.""
"Then let a judge decide that.""
Her eyes narrowed.
"You think your grandmother's money makes you better than us?""
"No. I think my grandmother's money belongs to me because she left it to me.""
Lorraine flinched.
For the first time, I saw genuine hatred beneath her polished expression.
"She never liked Daniel," she said.
The words struck me unexpectedly.
"What?""
"Your grandmother knew exactly what kind of woman you were. She encouraged you to keep everything separate, to make sure Daniel couldn't touch your money. She spent years filling your head with nonsense about independence.""
I stared at her.
"My grandmother died before Daniel and I were married.""
"She knew him well enough.""
"Then why did you let him marry me?""
Lorraine's mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
And in that silence, I realized she had just revealed something she hadn't intended to reveal.
She had known my grandmother's concerns.
She had known I would never willingly surrender the apartment.
And she had supported Daniel's plan anyway.
Arthur touched Lorraine's elbow.
"Mrs. Bennett, we should leave.""
She pulled away from him.
"I am not finished.""
"Yes, you are," Daniel said.
His voice was low.
Lorraine turned toward him, stunned.
He pointed at the door.
"Go home, Mom.""
Her face went white.
"After everything I've done for you?""
"Please.""
For a moment, I thought she might slap him.
Instead, she snatched up her handbag and marched into the hallway.
Arthur followed.
The door closed.
Daniel stood with his back to me.
"You shouldn't have spoken to her like that," he said.
I stared at him.
"Are you serious?""
"She's my mother.""
"And I'm your wife.""
He turned around.
"That doesn't mean you get to humiliate everyone whenever you're angry.""
I felt something inside me finally give way.
"Daniel, you used my apartment to borrow nearly half a million dollars. You forged documents. You transferred my property to your mother. And you're standing here telling me I hurt her feelings?""
He looked down.
"I didn't know it would go this far.""
"You knew enough to sign my name.""
He sat on the sofa and covered his face with both hands.
For the first time that day, he looked less like a man trying to control the situation and more like someone trapped inside the consequences of his own decisions.
"Michael was supposed to handle the original," he muttered.
I stopped moving.
"What original?""
He lowered his hands.
"Nothing.""
"Daniel.""
He stood and walked toward the kitchen.
"Leave it alone.""
"No. Tell me what Michael has.""
He gripped the counter.
"There's a second version of the power of attorney. The one submitted to the lender isn't the only one.""
My heart began to pound.
"What does the second one say?""
He shook his head.
"I don't know exactly.""
"You don't know?""
"Michael prepared some of the paperwork. He was supposed to make sure everything was in order.""
I stared at him.
"You told me your brother was jealous and wanted your company. Now you're saying he prepared the documents.""
Daniel turned around.
"He was involved. That doesn't mean he was innocent.""
"Was I supposed to sign anything?""
He didn't answer quickly enough.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
"Daniel, was I ever supposed to know about this?""
He swallowed.
"The plan was to refinance the loan, release the apartment, and transfer everything back before you returned.""
"Everything back?""
"Yes.""
"You expected me to believe my apartment had been transferred to your mother, then transferred back, without asking a single question?""
"I thought I could explain it.""
"How?""
He looked away.
"By telling you the business needed temporary help.""
I shook my head.
"You were going to ask me to forgive you after you'd already gambled my home.""
"I was trying to save us.""
"No. You were trying to save yourself.""
He moved toward me.
"Claire, please. I know I've made mistakes, but we can still fix this. We can get the money back, settle with Northstar, and put the apartment in your name again.""
"It is in my name.""
He froze.
I held up the certified deed.
"The original deed still shows me as the owner. The recorded transfer is disputed, and my attorney is investigating the loan.""
Daniel stared at the papers.
"Rebecca filed something already?""
"She has begun taking steps to protect my interests.""
He swallowed.
"Then you need to tell her to stop.""
"No.""
"Claire, if this becomes a criminal investigation, I could lose everything.""
I looked at him for a long moment.
"What did you think would happen to me?""
He said nothing.
I stepped toward the front door and opened it.
"You need to leave.""
He didn't move.
"Claire—"
"Now.""
He looked at the open door, then back at me.
"I love you.""
The words came so suddenly that they almost sounded sincere.
I wanted to believe them.
I wanted the man I had married to emerge from the wreckage and tell me this was a nightmare, that he had made one terrible decision and would spend the rest of his life repairing the damage.
Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.
"Just read this before you do anything else.""
I didn't take it.
"What is it?""
"A settlement agreement.""
"Prepared by whom?""
"Robert Kessler.""
"Your attorney?""
"Yes.""
I shook my head.
"My attorney will review any proposal you want to make.""
"This isn't a proposal. It's protection.""
"For whom?""
He pressed the paper into my hand.
The first paragraph stated that I acknowledged the transfer of the apartment to Lorraine as part of a family arrangement.
The second required me to withdraw any objections to the recorded deed.
The third stated that I would not pursue claims against Daniel or Lorraine arising from the transfer or related financing.
I looked up.
"You want me to sign away my rights.""
"I want to protect our future.""
"By making sure I can't sue you?""
"That's not what it says.""
I pointed to the third paragraph.
"It's exactly what it says.""
His voice cracked.
"Claire, if you sign this, I can work with the lender. I can get Lorraine settled somewhere else. I can make everything right.""
I folded the paper and handed it back.
"No.""
He stared at me.
"You're destroying our marriage over a piece of property.""
"No, Daniel. You're destroying our marriage over a piece of paper.""
He took the settlement agreement and shoved it into his jacket.
Then he walked toward the door.
Before leaving, he turned back.
"You'll regret trusting Michael.""
I said nothing.
Daniel stepped into the hallway.
The door closed behind him.
For several minutes, I stood in the silence, listening to the elevator descend.
Then I called Rebecca.
"He brought me a settlement agreement that would require me to acknowledge the transfer and release claims against him and Lorraine.""
"Did you sign it?""
"No.""
"Good. Send me a copy if you have one, and don't sign anything else. We'll respond through counsel.""
I looked at the door.
"Rebecca, he admitted his brother prepared some of the paperwork.""
"That makes Michael an important witness. We need to hear his account directly.""
I ended the call and checked my messages.
Michael had sent another one.
I have the original. Meet me tomorrow at eight. I will explain everything.
This time, I called him immediately.
He answered from a noisy location.
"Michael, I need to know what you have.""
"The original power of attorney.""
"What does it say?""
"It's not just a power of attorney, Claire.""
"What does that mean?""
He lowered his voice.
"It contains an attachment that wasn't included in the filing. A list of the people who were supposed to receive the money.""
I sat down slowly.
"Who was on the list?""
"Daniel. Lorraine. And someone else.""
"Who?""
Michael was silent.
Then he said, "Someone who has been helping your husband for months.""
"Tell me the name.""
"I can't do that over the phone.""
"Michael, I need to know.""
He exhaled.
"Fine. But promise me something first.""
"What?""
"When you see the list, don't assume the person who signed your name was the only one who betrayed you.""
The call ended.
I sat motionless, staring at the phone.
Because I suddenly understood that Michael wasn't merely afraid of Daniel.
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He was afraid of what would happen when I learned how many people had been involved.
And I had a terrible feeling that one of them was someone I had trusted almost as much as my husband.
