“Going somewhere?” I asked, my voice trembling but firm.
“I’m just organizing old clothes,” she lied, plastering on that fake smile. “You should be resting, honey.”
“You’re packing to leave with Marcus,” I said.
Her smile faltered slightly as she gripped the suitcase handle.
“I canceled the wire transfer, Melissa,” I told her, stepping inside and blocking the door. “The developer isn’t getting my parents’ estate, and you and Marcus aren’t getting a dime.”
The sweet, caring facade she had worn for years vanished in an instant.
Her eyes narrowed into a cold, hateful glare.
“You have no idea what you’ve just ruined,” she hissed.
“I know everything,” I replied. “I know about your secret lover, and I know you forged my signature while I was drugged.”
She grabbed her purse and sneered at me.
“I’m taking our daughter, and I’m leaving,” she snapped.
“If you take one step toward her bedroom, I am calling the cops,” I warned, pulling out my phone. “Get out of my house. Now.”
Melissa stared at me, realizing she had completely lost control.
Without another word, she shoved past me and marched out the front door.
I locked the door behind her for the last time, knowing my daughter and I were finally safe.
