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As for money, Daniel only knew about my day-to-day checking account—the one he uses for expenses. My real assets were tied up with the company, in accounts he didn’t even know existed.
In other words, he didn’t steal my wealth.
He had taken my pocket money.
And the apartment? Even worse.
He had sold something he didn’t
legally owned.
Commission or fraud.
I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down to think. I had two options: warn him and save him… or let life teach him what I never could.
I remember his words.
“Soon. Or maybe not.”
I remembered Vanessa’s comment about my house.
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I remembered signing those trust papers.
I finished my coffee.
And she chose not to save him.
The next day, a mother’s love stopped where the law began.
On Thursday, I dressed carefully—as if I were going to war. Navy silk dress, pearls, modest heels, red lipstick, which Carlos said made me look unstoppable. Then I called my lawyer, Mr. Richard Collins.
“Richard, I’ll meet you at the Pacific View Club at eight. Call the police. I’m filing a complaint for fraud, forgery, and breach of trust.”
He hesitated. “Margaret… he’s your son.”
“And he broke that bond first.”
I arrived at eight o’clock sharp.
The party was extravagant—white flowers everywhere, a string quartet, champagne, a magnificent cake. All paid for—or promised—with money Daniel thought he had.
When he saw me, he paled.
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