“This says you authorized the transfer of home equity funds into his business operating account. This one says you personally guaranteed repayment. This one lists Megan Whitmore as a financial consultant receiving monthly payments.”
“She has no qualifications.”
“No,” Rebecca said. “But she received money. That matters.”
I pictured Megan’s Lexus, her expensive handbags, and the way she called me selfish while wearing things I would never have allowed myself to purchase.
Rebecca continued.
“The strongest thing you did was keep the original deed in your name. The second strongest thing you did was leave.”
For the next four hours, my life became a trail of statements, signatures, copies, and phone calls.
Rebecca reached a bank fraud investigator. I signed an affidavit confirming that I had never approved the loans. The hospital forwarded digital copies of my medical report. A forensic handwriting specialist agreed to examine the signatures.
At 1:36 p.m., Daniel sent another message.
