My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
“The law does not look kindly on a man who tries to use a forged instrument to bypass a signed covenant,” Marcus said.
“But he still has the physical checkbooks,” I said. “He still has the accounts frozen.”
“We will handle the bank, but first we must prove the forgery is absolute,” Marcus said.
He reached into his drawer and pulled out a small notary ledger sheet.
“Take this to Elena,” he said. “She has the gate logs from that week.”
I took the paper, the dry texture of the copy rough against my fingertips.
The drive back to the ranch was quiet, the autumn clouds hanging low over the dry pastures.
Elena was waiting in the main barn, her wooden clipboard held tight against her chest as she stood by the wash rack.
“The vet checked the chestnut yearling’s hocks,” she said, her voice dropping into the precise equestrian terms she used when she was focused. “The joint capsule is clear, but we need to keep him on the joint therapy regimen.”
“We have bigger problems than the yearling’s hocks, Elena,” I said, handing her the ledger sheet.
