Keep Her. She’s Your Problem Now
The cruelty of that surprised even him. Lauren looked at the dining table, where the documents still lay scattered. One page was a copy of a home-equity application claiming that I had agreed to borrow against the house.
My signature was forged. Hers was real.
She picked it up. “You told me Daniel signed this.”
“He was supposed to.”
“You said he agreed.”
“He’d never have noticed.”