Chapter 3 - THE TOWNHOUSE ON ASHLAND
Rachel told me not to accuse Daniel of forgery.
Not yet.
Instead, she requested documents through proper channels.
I kept living normally.
Or close enough.
Daniel slept in the guest room.
He texted Vanessa constantly.
He assumed I did not notice.
Three days before Christmas, another discovery arrived.
A $6,500 transfer from our joint savings.
Memo:
ASHLAND LEASE.
I searched the address.
A renovated three-bedroom townhouse on North Ashland Avenue.
Recently leased.
I called the property manager pretending to confirm a delivery.
Tenant:
Vanessa Reed.
Emergency contact:
Daniel Bennett.
I hung up.
My hands went numb.
Margaret came over that afternoon.
I showed her.
She closed her eyes.
“I raised an idiot.”
I looked at her.
“Sorry.”
“No.”
She opened her eyes.
“I am.”
We drove there.
Not to confront anyone.
Just to see.
Vanessa’s car sat outside.
So did Daniel’s.
My chest hurt.
Margaret reached for my hand.
“Do you want to leave?”
“Yes.”
We didn’t.
At that exact moment Daniel came out carrying a flat-screen television.
He was laughing.
Vanessa followed holding a box.
She kissed his cheek.
Margaret whispered:
“Now.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“Now we leave.”
I understood.
We already had the answer.
Confrontation would only give Daniel time to adjust his story.
Back at Margaret’s house, Robert finally learned everything.
He sat in silence for several minutes.
Then:
“I gave Daniel twenty thousand dollars.”
Margaret turned.
“What?”
Robert looked ashamed.
“November.”
“For what?”
“He said he had an investment opportunity.”
My stomach dropped.
“What kind?”
“Short-term rental property.”
Margaret stared.
“You didn’t tell me?”
“I thought it was a father-son thing.”
She laughed bitterly.
“All the men in this family apparently enjoy secret paperwork.”
Robert deserved that.
He nodded.
“Fair.”
Daniel had taken twenty thousand from his father.
Six thousand five hundred from our joint savings.
Maybe more.
For Vanessa’s townhouse.
Rachel asked us to bring everything.
She found another transaction.
$14,000 from Daniel’s personal investment account.
Then another.
$9,200.
Total so far:
Nearly fifty thousand.
Not catastrophic to us financially.
Catastrophic to trust.
Then I received an unexpected message.
Vanessa.
Can we talk without Daniel?
I stared.
Margaret read over my shoulder.
“What are you going to do?”
I thought.
“Talk.”
We met at a café with Rachel’s approval.
Public place.
No recording secretly.
No games.
Vanessa looked exhausted.
“You hate me.”
“I don’t know you well enough.”
That surprised her.
She looked down.
“I knew he was married.”
“Obviously.”
“He told me you were separated.”
“We live together.”
“I know that now.”
“He told you what exactly?”
“That you were staying together for financial reasons.”
I almost laughed.
“What financial reasons?”
“He said the house was complicated.”
Interesting.
“He said you had separate lives.”
“No.”
“He said you knew he was seeing other people.”
I stared.
“Did you believe that?”
“At first.”
“And later?”
She looked ashamed.
“No.”
“Why continue?”
Her eyes filled.
“Because by then I loved him.”
There was no satisfaction in hearing that.
Just sadness.
“What changed?”
“Yesterday I asked when he was filing for divorce.”
“And?”
“He said after January.”
“Why?”
“He said he needed the refinance completed first.”
My stomach turned.
Vanessa continued.
“He said the equity would fund a business.”
“What business?”
She looked at me.
“A skincare company.”
“Yours?”
“He said ours.”
There it was.
The home-equity money.
My house.
Our equity.
Their future.
Vanessa pulled out her phone.
“I think he lied to both of us.”
She showed me messages.
Daniel:
Once the HELOC closes, we’re free.
Another:
Emily won’t fight over the house. She hates conflict.
I almost laughed.
He knew me badly.
Another:
Mom will eventually understand.
Margaret would enjoy that one.
Vanessa said:
“I’m sorry.”
I believed she was sorry.
That did not make her innocent.
“You knew he was still living with me.”
“Yes.”
“You continued.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not going to make you feel better about that.”
She nodded.
“Fair.”
Then she showed me the message that changed everything.
Daniel had written:
If Emily gets difficult, I’ll say the refinance was for home repairs. She signs stuff without reading all the time.
I stared.
Vanessa whispered:
“Did you?”
“No.”
Her face drained.
“He told me you did.”
Daniel had not only cheated.
He had turned each of us into a fictional character for the other.
Cold wife.
Helpless woman.
Misunderstood husband.
Every lie designed to make him look reasonable.
I saved copies.
Then I asked Vanessa:
“Do you still want him?”
She looked at me.
For a long moment.
“No.”
I nodded.
“Neither do I.”
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That was the first decision I made about my marriage.
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