Chapter 3 - I Discovered My Wife Had Been Stealing From My Parents for Eighteen MonthsThe financial records were worse than I imagined.
Claire had opened accounts.
Transferred money.
Paid credit cards.
Purchased jewelry.
Paid for vacations.
Bought furniture.
Even paid the deposit on a luxury car.
All with money taken from my parents.
I couldn't understand how she had hidden it.
Then Detective Harris showed me the paperwork.
My father's signature appeared on several authorization forms.
Except my father hadn't signed them.
The signatures were almost perfect.
Almost.
But not quite.
My father had always signed with a slight upward curve at the end of his name.
The forged signatures were flat.
Someone had copied them.
Claire had apparently hired someone to prepare the documents.
And that person was the same man from the video.
His name was Victor Lane.
He was a real estate broker.
And he had been working with Claire for months.
The plan was simple.
Convince my parents to sign.
Transfer the property.
Sell it.
Disappear.
The property was worth several million dollars.
My parents had refused.
So Claire escalated.
Threats.
Isolation.
Violence.
Starvation.
And when none of that worked, she locked them in the coop.
I felt sick.
That night, I visited my parents.
My mother was sitting beside my father in a hospital room.
“Daniel?”
“I know everything.”
She looked afraid.
“About what?”
“Claire.”
My father closed his eyes.
“We didn't want you to know.”
“Why?”
“Because we were afraid you'd go back overseas and blame yourself.”
I sat down.
“I should have been here.”
“No.”
My mother shook her head.
“This wasn't your fault.”
“It was my responsibility.”
“You trusted your wife.”
“So did you.”
She smiled sadly.
“We all made mistakes.”
My father reached for my hand.
“But you came home.”
That sentence broke me.
I bowed my head.
“I almost didn't.”
He squeezed my fingers.
“You did.”
A week later, Claire was arrested.
She screamed that the police were lying.
She screamed that my parents were manipulating everyone.
She screamed that I had abandoned her.
Then Detective Harris played one recording.
Claire's own voice filled the room.
“Sign the deed, or you'll stay in that coop until you understand.”
Claire stopped screaming.
Her attorney closed his eyes.
The detective played another.
“You're worthless.”
Another.
“No one will believe two old people over me.”
Another.
“Daniel will come home and thank me for taking care of you.”
Claire stared at the floor.
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For the first time, she understood.
The cameras had heard everything.
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