My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
“The courier just dropped this off at the gate,” Elena said, setting it on the coffee table.
My fingers were cold as I tore the plastic strip down the side of the envelope.
Inside was a thick bound document with the Gentry National Bank logo on the cover.
I opened the first page, my eyes scanning the columns of numbers that represented eighteen years of our lives.
“What does it say, Mom?” Katie asked, leaning over the back of the sofa.
“He started three years ago,” I said, my voice steady but thin.
“Look at the transfer logs on page four,” Elena said, pointing to a highlighted section.
The columns showed twenty-two separate transfers of eighteen thousand dollars each, spaced out over thirty-six months.
“Every transfer went to an account registered to LH Enterprises,” I said.
“That is Lisa Hawthorne,” Elena said.
“The total is four hundred thousand dollars,” I said.
“The feed store account was empty because he was feeding her corporation,” Katie said.
I closed my eyes for a brief second, seeing the long dry summers when we had postponed repairing the south fence because Samuel said we could not afford the wire.
