“That is what we’re trying to establish. But there’s something else. Someone accessed your property records this morning and requested copies of your deed.”
“Who?”
“We don’t know yet. The request was submitted under a name associated with Richard’s company.”
I looked toward the café window.
Vesna was still inside, holding Sophie against her shoulder.
For a moment, I considered going back and warning her.
Then my phone buzzed with a new message from an unknown number.
Stop asking questions about your husband if you want your family to remain safe.
I read it once.
Then again.
And finally, I understood that Richard’s secrets had already reached beyond our marriage.
Chapter 3: The House With One Name on the Deed
When I returned home, Richard was waiting in the living room.
He stood beside the fireplace, holding a glass of whiskey. His jacket was draped over the sofa, and his tie hung loose around his neck.
