But this time, my tears came from something different.
I wasn’t mourning the end of a marriage alone.
I was mourning the discovery that the man I had trusted had expected that my love would protect him from the consequences of his own choices.
Two days later, the bank confirmed that the loan application had not been finalized, and no loan had been issued against our house. The application was under investigation because of the disputed signature.
It was a relief, but not a victory.
There were still questions about the investment, the company’s finances, and the documents Lisa had signed.
David advised us not to make assumptions while the investigation continued.
Lisa, meanwhile, was struggling.
I met her for the first time on a rainy Thursday afternoon.
She arrived at the lawyer’s office carrying a cardboard box filled with bakery invoices and bank statements. She had flour on the sleeve of her sweater and looked as though she hadn’t slept properly in days.
