“You’ve always wanted him to yourself.”
I shook my head.
“I wanted him to have a life. A happy one. I simply didn’t realize you intended to purchase it with my house.”
She stepped closer to the door.
“You think you’re winning because he’s staying here?”
“He’s not staying here.”
That stopped her.
“He has his own apartment. His own work. His own future.”
Sabrina looked genuinely confused.
I continued.
“I don’t need him to choose me over his wife. I need him to choose what is right, even when I’m not in the room.”
Her mouth trembled.
For a moment, I thought she might apologize.
Instead, she whispered, “My father is going to lose everything.”
I looked at her.
“Then he should have stopped before trying to take everything from me.”
She stood on the porch for another minute.
Then she put her sunglasses back on and walked away.
I watched until her car disappeared.
Only then did I realize my hands were shaking.
Two weeks later, the investigation took a turn none of us expected.
A young woman named Erin Walsh contacted Diane.
Erin had worked as Victor’s administrative assistant for nearly four years.
She had attended the wedding and witnessed the confrontation.
Now she wanted to speak.
Diane arranged a meeting at her office, with investigators handling the evidence separately.
Erin arrived carrying a thick envelope.
She looked exhausted.
“I should have said something sooner,” she told me.
I studied her face.
