Chapter 2: The Signature That Wasn’t Mine
I stared at the screen until call number 54 appeared.
It was Mom again.
“What did you do?” she demanded the moment I answered.
“I packed my things.
That’s what you wanted.”
“The tax payment was rejected,” Derek shouted in the background.
“The bank says the account is frozen!”
“My account isn’t frozen.
I simply removed it from your automatic payments.”
Mom’s voice softened.
“Please, sweetheart.
Derek has children.
You can’t put them through this.”
I almost laughed.
“Last night I was a parasite.
Now I’m ‘sweetheart’?”
Then Derek grabbed the phone.
“Fix this by noon, or you’ll regret it.”
I was about to hang up when an email arrived from their bank.
Attached was a loan application Derek had submitted three weeks earlier.
My income was listed as the guarantee, and beneath it was a signature that looked like mine.
But I had never signed anything.
“Derek,” I whispered, “what exactly did you send the bank?”
The line went silent.
Then Mom said the one thing that made my hands turn cold.
“Please don’t call them.
If they see the original document, Derek could lose everything.”
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What was hidden in the original document—and why was Mom protecting Derek?
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