Grace’s pulse quickened. The truth?
The Truth Behind the Door
Grace stepped inside slowly. The living room smelled faintly of smoke and spilled whiskey. Tiffany sat near the coffee table, her makeup streaked from crying. A thick yellow folder lay open before her — papers scattered across the floor.
Daniel took a step forward, voice trembling. “Grace, you shouldn’t be here.”
Tiffany looked up, her voice shaking. “She deserves to know.”
Grace’s eyes drifted to the folder. She reached down and flipped through the documents — and felt her stomach drop.
Bank statements. Hidden transfers. Property deeds in Tiffany’s name. And on top, a prenuptial agreement — one she had never signed — stripped of every protection she once had.
It was a trap.
Tiffany’s voice broke the silence. “He told me you didn’t love him anymore. That you were using him. But I found out he planned to use me — to hide his money under my name and walk away with everything.”
Daniel’s voice cracked. “That’s not true—”
“Once Grace is gone, I’ll drain the accounts and disappear. She’ll have nothing.”
The sound was like a knife through the room.
