PART 3 – ENDING
“Chloe, we can fix this, let’s just talk about it,” Kyle said, pushing the leather folder onto the kitchen island as though it had burned his hands. “Do not make a scene.”
I gave a short, empty laugh with no humor in it.
“A scene? Is that what you call it when I expose the fact that you lied about your wife being arrested just so you could steal an old man’s house?”
Susan pressed both hands to her chest.
“What are you even talking about, Chloe?”
I looked directly at her, my eyes steady.
“His son called my father, told him I was facing federal prison time, and manipulated him into signing a power of attorney to mortgage his home. With that stolen money, he bought some worthless land in the middle of nowhere that you all were so happy to celebrate.”
Heather spun toward her brother.
“Wait, so that three million you said you borrowed from the warehouse… it came from the house sale?”
Kyle said nothing, because the truth was already written plainly across his face.
Susan lowered herself slowly into a kitchen chair, her expression caught between shame, fear, and a hot, confused anger she did not know where to place.
“Kyle… tell me you did not do that.”
“I did it for all of us!” he shouted, his voice cracking under desperation. “I was going to multiply that money, I was going to pay back your father, I was going to get his house back, and I was going to make Chloe regret every time she ever looked down on me.”
“Get our house back?” Heather stood up, her face turning crimson. “You are the one who made us sell our grandparents’ property!”
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