Chapter 5 - The Man Standing Behind My WifeWhat Karen's Parents Really WantedI drove back to my house just before sunrise.
Dad wanted to come.
I told him to stay.
“This is my mess.”
He shook his head.
“No, son.”
“This is your property.”
“Exactly.”
He handed me the old notebook.
“Then don't face them without the truth.”
I put it in my jacket.
When I entered the house, the dining room looked like a battlefield where the enemy had already left.
The table was still set.
Candles burned down to little stubs.
Dirty glasses sat untouched.
The china was arranged perfectly.
But the food was gone.
So were Karen's parents.
Karen was sitting alone.
She looked exhausted.
“Where were you?”
“At Dad's.”
She stared at me.
“I know.”
I dropped my keys on the counter.
“Then you know why I'm here.”
She stood.
“Rick…”
I pulled out my phone.
I placed the photograph on the screen.
Her face changed.
“Where did you get that?”
“Does it matter?”
She sat down.
“You don't understand what happened.”
“Then explain.”
She rubbed her forehead.
“My parents were in trouble.”
“I know.”
“They were going to lose the restaurant.”
“You borrowed nearly fifty thousand dollars in my name.”
“I was trying to save them.”
“No. You were trying to save yourself from admitting the truth.”
She looked at me.
“What truth?”
“That you knew this was never about Thanksgiving.”
She said nothing.
I pulled out the Beaumont document.
“Tell me about Thomas Vale.”
Her eyes widened.
“Who?”
“You're a terrible liar when you're scared.”
She looked away.
“Rick, please.”
I sat across from her.
“Did you promise Beaumont my father's property?”
“No.”
“Did you discuss selling it?”
“I discussed options.”
“With my signature?”
“I was representing you.”
“You weren't.”
“I’m your wife.”
“That isn't a power of attorney.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“My father said he could make everything disappear if we got control of the land.”
I leaned back.
“There it is.”
She wiped her face.
“He knows the market. He knows development.”
“What did he promise you?”
“He said we could keep the house.”
I stared.
“Whose house?”
“Ours.”
“What else?”
She whispered:
“Two hundred thousand dollars.”
There it was.
The price of my family's property.
My marriage.
My father's dignity.
Two hundred thousand dollars.
I almost felt sorry for her.
Then I remembered my father sitting alone with a frozen dinner.
“No.”
She looked up.
“What?”
“You didn't sell our home.”
“I haven't.”
“You tried.”
She started crying.
“My parents were desperate.”
“So you made me responsible for their desperation.”
She slammed her palms against the table.
“You don't know what it's like to watch your family collapse!”
“I know exactly what it's like.”
She stared at me.
“My father worked fifty years so I wouldn't have to.”
I stood.
“That is the difference.”
She whispered:
“So what now?”
I looked toward the dining room.
“Now I find out everything.”
She looked frightened.
“You're going to leave me.”
“I don't know.”
“Rick…”
“I need space.”
She nodded.
I turned to walk upstairs.
Then she said:
“There’s something else.”
I stopped.
“What?”
“My father has the original agreement.”
“What agreement?”
“The one with Beaumont.”
I turned around.
“Why would he have it?”
Karen looked at me with terrified eyes.
“Because the agreement isn't actually about the property.”
I waited.
She swallowed.
“It says Beaumont only gets the land if you sign.”
“Fine.”
She looked at the floor.
“They already have your signature.”
My blood went cold.
“What?”
“I don't know how.”
I stepped closer.
“What does that mean?”
She started trembling.
“My father said you signed it six months ago.”
“I haven't signed anything.”
Karen looked at me.
Then she said the words that would change everything.
“Rick, your signature isn't the only thing they have.”
I felt the room tilt.
“What else do they have?”
She whispered:
“They have a recording of you.”
“What recording?”
Her eyes met mine.
“One that makes it sound like you agreed to sell.”
I stood completely still.
And suddenly, I understood.
Thanksgiving wasn't the trap.
It was the final move.
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They believed they had already won.
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