Chapter 4 - The Fraudulent Heiress
I spent the afternoon digging into Penelope.
The "well-educated" daughter of a "good family."
My investigators were thorough.
Her father wasn't a mogul.
He was a failed real estate agent with a mountain of debt.
The "millions" she was supposed to invest didn't exist.
She was a grifter.
She had seen Spencer as her ticket to a comfortable life.
And Spencer,
in his arrogance,
had fallen for it.
He wanted a trophy.
He got a gold-digger who was digging in an empty mine.
I laughed as I read the report.
They deserved each other.
Two liars,
bound together by a wedding that didn't even happen.
I wondered if she was even pregnant.
It didn't matter.
Even if she was,
she was bringing a child into a world of ruins.
I felt a pang of sadness for the baby.
I remembered the child I lost.
I remembered the stairs.
I remembered the pain.
Spencer had let me believe it was an accident.
But now I wondered.
Had he been there?
Had he seen me fall?
I shook the thought away.
I couldn't change the past.
But I could control the present.
I picked up the phone.
"Lease the house to the first person who asks,"
May you like
I told the agent.
"I don't want a single memory of them left inside."
