“You swore to me the house money was safely locked in a high-yield property trust earning seven percent interest!”

Mark didn’t pull his arm away from her, and he didn’t turn his head to look at her.

“Shut up, Sloan,” Mark whispered, his throat moving as he swallowed hard.

“I will not shut up!” Sloan screamed, her face flushed red as she backed toward the living room doorway.

“I’m not going to let your pathetic fraud ruin my credit or put my name in the county papers!”

“The paper trail is already complete, Mark,” Arthur said quietly, pulling a final single-page document from his briefcase and placing it directly on top of the mortgage statements.