Chapter 4 - The Mansion Built With My Husband's MoneyThree days later, Vance drove to Ohio.
I didn't go with him.
I didn't need to.
Daniel had already sent me the records.
Connor's mansion stood on twelve acres outside Columbus.
The property was enormous.
A stone driveway.
A heated swimming pool.
A four-car garage.
A guesthouse.
A private gym.
And a kitchen larger than the apartment where I grew up.
Vance arrived at noon.
Connor opened the door wearing a silk robe.
He smiled.
"Bro!"
Vance didn't smile.
"How much?"
Connor's expression changed.
"How much what?"
"How much did Mom give you?"
"She helped me."
"How much?"
Connor looked away.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because it was my money."
Connor's jaw tightened.
"Mom said you didn't care."
Vance laughed bitterly.
"I didn't care because I trusted her."
Connor remained silent.
Vance walked through the mansion.
He noticed a grand piano.
A luxury television.
A wine cellar.
A marble staircase.
Then he saw the construction documents on the desk.
He picked them up.
The payment history was there.
Every major payment.
Every transfer.
Every dollar.
All connected to Beatrice's account.
And ultimately to Vance.
His hands began shaking.
"Connor."
His brother didn't answer.
"You knew?"
Connor looked at him.
"Mom said you'd never find out."
Vance closed his eyes.
"How long?"
"Two years."
Two years.
The exact length of his marriage.
The exact length of time he had been telling me his mother was "saving for our future."
Vance laughed.
But there was no humor in it.
"She wasn't saving."
Connor shook his head.
"No."
"She was building yours."
"Yes."
Vance turned around.
"What about my wife?"
Connor looked uncomfortable.
"What about her?"
"She paid for everything."
Connor didn't answer.
"She paid the mortgage."
Silence.
"She paid the utilities."
Silence.
"She bought my clothes."
Silence.
"She even paid for Mom's medical bills."
Connor finally looked down.
"Mom told us she was controlling you."
Vance stared.
"She told you that?"
"She said you were miserable."
Vance's face tightened.
"She said Evelyn was selfish."
Connor whispered.
"I believed her."
Vance walked outside.
He stood beside the pool.
His phone rang.
It was Beatrice.
He answered.
"Mom."
"Where are you?"
"At Connor's."
Silence.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to see what my money bought."
She inhaled sharply.
"Vance..."
"How could you?"
"It was for your family."
"My wife is my family."
Beatrice went silent.
Vance continued.
"You made me believe she was taking advantage of me."
"I was protecting you."
"No."
His voice broke.
"You were using me."
Beatrice began crying.
But Vance didn't soften.
He hung up.
Then he looked toward the enormous mansion.
For the first time, he understood.
He hadn't been the provider.
He had been the provider for everyone except the people who actually depended on him.
Meanwhile, back in Manhattan, I sat in my bedroom.
My daughter moved inside me.
I smiled.
"You won't grow up believing love means sacrifice without respect."
I placed my hand over my stomach.
The door opened.
Daniel stepped inside.
"He's coming back."
"I know."
"Are you ready?"
"For what?"
"He wants another chance."
I looked toward the city.
"Does he?"
Daniel nodded.
"He says he's finally understood."
I smiled faintly.
"Understanding is easy."
"Forgiveness isn't."
"Exactly."
Daniel handed me a folder.
"There is one more thing."
"What?"
"The trust has a clause."
I opened it.
My eyes widened.
"What clause?"
Daniel looked serious.
"If Vance can prove he can rebuild his life without accessing your wealth, the trust allows you to reconsider the divorce."
I stared at him.
"How long?"
"One year."
I closed the folder.
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One year.
Maybe that was enough time to discover whether the man I married was still somewhere inside the man I had lost.
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