If he has already married you, then everything I feared has come true, and I am so, so sorry I could not warn you sooner.
My throat tightened until I could hardly breathe.
The attorney rested his folded hands on the tabletop.
“I begged her to tell you directly,” he said quietly. “She refused.”
“She said the only way you would believe it was if he proved her right himself.”
I picked up the first bank record.
Then another.
Then a collection letter bearing Michael’s name in bold type, followed by an amount that made my stomach twist.
“He’s been telling everyone he inherited money from his aunt,” I whispered.
“There was no aunt.”
I shut my eyes.
Two years of Sunday visits.
Two years spent believing that, slowly, he had fallen in love with the person I truly was.
In reality, he had been observing me.
Testing me.