Chapter 4 - ANGELA’S DEAL
Angela wanted to meet.
I refused three times.
On the fourth, Nina surprised me.
“You should consider it.”
“Why?”
“Her lawyer contacted mine.”
I laughed.
“Of course she has a lawyer.”
“She wants to provide records.”
“What records?”
“Warren Pike.”
That changed things.
We met in Nina’s office.
Angela looked terrible.
No makeup.
Hair tied back.
Hands shaking.
I had known those hands since we were sixteen.
They had braided my hair before prom.
Held flowers at my wedding.
Signed condolence cards after Mom died.
Now I noticed a pale line where she once wore the friendship bracelet I gave her at seventeen.
Ridiculous detail.
Still hurt.
“Rebecca.”
“Don't.”
She nodded.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know the words.”
Her eyes filled.
“I don't expect forgiveness.”
“Good.”
Nina sat beside me.
Angela’s attorney beside her.
A recorder ran with everyone's consent.
Angela opened a folder.
“I forged the signature.”
The room became completely silent.
My heart pounded.
“Why?”
“Warren wanted to show Whitmore what the structure would look like.”
“You put my signature on it.”
“Yes.”
“David knew?”
“No.”
I looked at her.
“You're protecting him.”
“No.”
“For once, I'm not.”
She opened emails.
Warren had asked:
Can Rebecca be moved toward consent before lender review?
Angela replied:
I can get her comfortable with documents. She signs things without reading if David says they’re routine.
I felt physically ill.
She knew me.
That was the weapon.
Not a password.
Not hacking.
Trust.
Angela continued.
“I thought once David explained that the company was in trouble, you'd agree.”
“So why forge anything?”
“To keep the lender interested.”
“You committed fraud to maintain negotiating momentum?”
Her attorney shifted.
Angela nodded.
“Yes.”
It sounded ugly because it was.
Then she handed us another email.
From Warren.
If R refuses, D may need to consider whether marriage remains economically rational.
My jaw tightened.
Angela replied:
He won't leave before trust access is resolved.
I looked at her.
“You discussed whether my marriage was economically rational?”
Tears rolled down her face.
“Yes.”
There are betrayals so complete anger cannot find an edge.
I simply became tired.
“Why?”
Angela whispered:
“Because I wanted your life.”
That answer surprised me.
“What?”
“I thought I did.”
She began crying harder.
“You had David.”
“The house.”
“Your parents loved you.”
“You had a job you complained about but people respected you.”
“And even when the fertility treatments failed, David stayed.”
I stared.
“You envied infertility?”
“No.”
“Listen to yourself.”
“I know.”
Her voice cracked.
“I hated myself for it.”
“But every time you survived something, everyone loved you more.”
“I felt invisible beside you.”
I almost laughed.
Angela had always been the beautiful one.
The spontaneous one.
The woman strangers noticed first.
“You felt invisible?”
“Yes.”
“And David?”
“He noticed me.”
There it was.
Like David, she loved being seen by the person she should not have needed.
“When did it start?”
“Fourteen months ago.”
“I know.”
Her face collapsed.
“Of course.”
“Did you love him?”
“Yes.”
“Do you?”
Long silence.
“I don't know.”
Then:
“He promised we would be together.”
“After the trust?”
Her eyes closed.
“Yes.”
David had apparently told Angela that once his company stabilized, he would divorce me.
She believed him.
Maybe.
Or believed enough.
Then Nina asked:
“Why are you cooperating now?”
Angela's face changed.
“Because Warren has been threatening me.”
That was new.
“How?”
“He says if the transaction fails, he'll tell David I was planning to take a separate consulting fee.”
“Wasn't David aware?”
“No.”
I almost admired the symmetry.
Everyone betraying everyone.
The fee was actually larger than we knew.
$280,000 from the transaction.
Plus a proposed 2 percent equity stake in David's recapitalized company.
Angela had intended to become financially independent of David even while planning a future with him.
“Why?”
I asked.
She looked embarrassed.
“Because I didn't trust him.”
For the first time in weeks, I laughed.
Not kindly.
“You were sleeping with another woman's husband and didn't trust him.”
“Yes.”
“At least something in this story makes sense.”
Angela cried.
Then she pushed another folder toward me.
“There's more.”
Of course.
Warren had told David the trust might be worth thirty million.
It wasn't.
He exaggerated to keep David engaged.
He charged David’s company $190,000 in restructuring fees.
And he had contacts at the distressed lender that would earn him another fee if David's company refinanced.
Warren was making money from every side.
Then came the document that changed our legal strategy.
An email from David to Warren.
Rebecca must not learn about the trust until we have a complete presentation. If she hears “family money,” she will freeze and start asking her father's old questions.
I stared.
My father's questions.
David knew my father distrusted financial pressure.
He deliberately wanted the plan complete before telling me so I would feel overwhelmed by experts and paperwork.
Not theft.
Coercion by complexity.
It hurt differently.
Angela whispered:
“I’m sorry.”
I looked at her.
“For the affair?”
“Yes.”
“The forgery?”
“Yes.”
“The money?”
“Yes.”
“Or for getting caught?”
She cried harder.
“I don't know anymore.”
That was probably the first fully honest thing she had said.
I stood.
“I hope you figure it out.”
“Rebecca…”
“I don't hate you.”
Her face lifted.
“Don't misunderstand.”
I picked up my bag.
“I don't have enough relationship left with you to spend that much energy.”
That hurt her.
I saw it.
I left anyway.
Outside, Nina caught up.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“Good answer.”
I stopped at the elevator.
“What happens to Angela?”
“That's not yours to decide.”
Forgery.
Possible fraud.
Cooperation.
Restitution.
Lawyers would handle it.
“What happens to David?”
“Same answer.”
“And Warren?”
“Same.”
I leaned against the wall.
“For twenty years, every crisis in my life was solved by calling Angela or David.”
Nina looked at me.
“And now?”
I thought.
“I guess I learn who I am when neither one gets the call.”
That frightened me more than divorce.
May you like
It also felt like the first honest question I had asked myself in years.
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