PART 4
Elden didn’t answer.
That was the answer.
I watched him standing halfway down the staircase, one hand gripping the wooden railing, his face pale beneath the soft yellow light from the hallway.
“June,” he finally said.
“No.”
“I can explain.”
“Then explain.”
He looked toward the front door.
Dean was gone.
I could still hear the echo of his warning in my head.
They’re coming after the person who signed it.
I folded my arms.
“Who owns Whitlock Hospitality Holdings?”
Elden closed his eyes.
“Dean.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He looked at me.
“The company is structured through several entities.”
“Why?”
“Tax purposes.”
I almost laughed.
“Don’t insult me.”
“I’m not.”
“You created a company seventeen days before our wedding.”
“Yes.”
“You tried to put my house into it.”
“I was trying to protect the property.”
“You lied about meeting a lender.”
“Yes.”
“You knew about my inheritance.”
His eyes moved away.
“And now your son tells me you’re personally guaranteeing a construction loan.”
“I didn’t know Dean would tell you.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
He said nothing.
I walked into the kitchen and switched on the lights.
“Sit.”
He hesitated.
“Sit down, Elden.”
He did.
I remained standing.
“How much did you know about my inheritance before we got married?”
He looked at the floor.
“I knew there was an inheritance.”
“How much?”
“I didn’t know the exact amount.”
“Then why did you say thirty-eight million?”
Silence.
I waited.
Finally, he whispered, “Dean found out.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“Try again.”
“He has friends in the banking industry.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“He found information.”
“What information?”
“Your late husband’s estate was large.”
“That still isn’t thirty-eight million.”
He rubbed his face.
“Someone showed him a document.”
“What document?”
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“No.”
At least he was finally telling the truth.
I sat across from him.
“What did Dean want from me?”
“He wanted the money.”
“Did you?”
He didn’t answer.
I felt something crack inside my chest.
Not anger.
Not fear.
Something worse.
Disappointment.
“Did you marry me because of my money?”
“No.”
The answer came quickly.
Then he stopped.
I looked at him.
He corrected himself.
“Not entirely.”
I closed my eyes.
There are moments when the human heart protects itself by becoming very quiet.
This was one of those moments.
I could hear the refrigerator humming.
The clock ticking.
A car passing outside.
Everything ordinary.
Everything unchanged.
Except me.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
Elden looked exhausted.
“When I met you, I liked you.”
“You liked me?”
“I loved you.”
“And the money?”
“I knew you were financially secure.”
“How?”
“Dean told me.”
“When?”
“Before our second date.”
I stared at him.
“Our second date?”
“Yes.”
“So you knew before you even knew whether I liked you.”
“I didn’t care about the exact amount.”
“But you knew there was money.”
“Yes.”
“And you still pursued me.”
“Yes.”
I stood.
“I need you to leave.”
“June—”
“Tonight.”
“Where am I supposed to go?”
“I don’t care.”
He stared at me.
“It’s my house too.”
“No.”
He flinched.
“You never transferred it.”
“You’re still my husband.”
“You were my husband five days ago.”
“That doesn’t mean you can throw me out.”
“Then I’ll leave.”
I walked toward the stairs.
He followed.
“Where are you going?”
“To pack a bag.”
“June.”
I turned around.
“I don’t know what is real anymore.”
He stood silently.
“And until I know,” I continued, “I don’t want to sleep under the same roof as you.”
I packed a suitcase.
Not because I intended to disappear.
Because I needed distance.
At 6:20 a.m., I drove to Cecily’s house.
She opened the door wearing pajamas.
“Mom?”
I looked at her.
She immediately knew something was wrong.
“What happened?”
I hugged her.
She froze.
I hadn’t hugged her like that in years.
Not because we weren’t close.
Because adults sometimes become too careful with each other.
We walked into her kitchen.
She made coffee.
I sat at the table.
“Cecily, I need you to tell me something.”
Her face became serious.
“What?”
“Did you ever tell Elden or Dean about my inheritance?”
She looked confused.
“What inheritance?”
I studied her.
“The money Jack left me.”
She frowned.
“Mom, I don’t know anything about your money.”
“Did you ever discuss Jack’s estate with Dean?”
“No.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
I believed her.
I don’t know why.
Maybe because she looked genuinely hurt.
“Why would you ask me that?”
I told her everything.
The LLC.
The hotel.
The lender.
Dean’s visit.
The inheritance.
When I finished, Cecily’s eyes were wet.
“Mom…”
“I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I will be.”
She reached across the table.
“Did he really marry you because of money?”
“I don’t know.”
She looked down.
Then she said something unexpected.
“Mom, there’s something I never told you.”
I waited.
“Before the wedding, Dean contacted me.”
My heart tightened.
“When?”
“About two months ago.”
“What did he want?”
“He asked about you.”
“What exactly?”
“He asked whether you had changed your will after Jack died.”
I sat completely still.
“What did you tell him?”
“Nothing.”
“What else?”
“He asked whether Jack had left you the Brentwood house.”
I felt cold.
“And?”
“I told him I didn’t know.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought it was strange, but I didn’t want to cause problems before your wedding.”
I leaned back.
“Did he ask anything about the inheritance?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?”
“I told him it wasn’t my business.”
She paused.
“Then he asked me something else.”
“What?”
“He asked whether you were planning to give Elden anything.”
My hands tightened around the coffee cup.
“What did you say?”
“I told him I hoped you wouldn’t.”
