Chapter 5 - Derek Finally Confessed That the Trailer Was Never His Plan—He Wanted Me Dependent Enough to Sign Away the MansionDerek asked to speak with me.
Grandpa didn't want me to go.
I insisted.
We sat in a private room.
Derek looked exhausted.
“You want the truth.”
“Yes.”
He sighed.
“Your mother left a trust.”
“I know.”
“She didn't tell you everything.”
“What did she leave?”
“A second account.”
“How much?”
“About six million.”
I stared.
“Where?”
“Overseas.”
“Who controlled it?”
“You.”
I shook my head.
“I never saw it.”
“Because your signature was required.”
I understood.
The plan.
Derek wanted me poor.
He wanted me dependent.
If I became desperate enough, I'd sign whatever he gave me.
Including ownership transfers.
He didn't need to steal the mansion directly.
He needed me to surrender it.
“And the trailer?”
“I thought you'd eventually sign.”
“You put your wife and child in a trailer so I'd become desperate enough to steal my own home?”
He looked down.
“Yes.”
I couldn't believe the cruelty.
“Why?”
“I wanted security.”
“You had a mansion.”
“I wanted more.”
“You had me.”
“I wanted the money.”
There it was.
The truth.
He never loved me enough to say it until he had nowhere left to hide.
Then I asked about the woman.
“Vanessa.”
He looked away.
“She knew.”
“About me?”
“Yes.”
“About the mansion?”
“Yes.”
“About Caleb?”
“Yes.”
I felt numb.
Then Derek said something unexpected.
“She was supposed to marry me.”
I stared.
“What?”
“After you disappeared.”
The plan had been to declare me unstable.
Remove me.
Then Derek and Vanessa would take control.
Lorraine had arranged everything.
But my grandfather had discovered them before the final step.
The mansion had become their target.
The money.
The estate.
The trust.
Everything.
I stood.
“You're done.”
Derek looked at me.
“Evelyn.”
“No.”
I walked away.
I had spent two years blaming myself for being poor.
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Now I knew I had never been poor.
I had been robbed.
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