PART 3
Mark looked at me.
“I didn’t do that.”
“I know.”
His eyes widened.
“You know?”
“I know you didn’t personally fill out the application.”
He looked relieved for half a second.
Then I continued.
“But I know whose computer was used.”
His relief disappeared.
Barbara suddenly whispered, “Sarah, please.”
I turned toward her.
“Don’t.”
She stopped.
“You’ve spent years telling me I was nothing but an outsider in this family,” I said. “Tonight, I want you to understand something.”
I pointed toward Ethan.
“You may have convinced your son that I wasn’t family.”
Then I pointed toward the house around us.
“But you never had the right to take what belonged to my child.”
Mark looked confused.
“What does Ethan have to do with this?”
I stared at him.
“Everything.”
His face tightened.
Mr. Sterling opened the envelope.
“Sarah asked our office to investigate the financial activity surrounding the apartment transaction. We found several irregularities.”
Mark swallowed.
“What irregularities?”
Mr. Sterling removed a document.
“The apartment Barbara claims she needed because she couldn’t afford her current living situation was purchased six years ago.”
Mark looked at his mother.
“That can’t be right.”
“It is,” Mr. Sterling said.
“Six years ago,” I added, “you and I had only been married for two years.”
Mark slowly shook his head.
“No. Mom was renting.”
Barbara looked away.
“Mom?”
She finally whispered, “I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Worry about what?”
She didn’t answer.
Mark turned toward me.
“Sarah, this doesn’t prove anything.”
I almost laughed.
“Mark, the deed proves everything.”
Mr. Sterling handed him a copy.
Mark scanned it.
His eyebrows pulled together.
Then his eyes widened.
The property was indeed registered to Barbara.
But the purchase price was listed directly on the document.
Mark’s voice dropped.
“Where did you get seventy-eight thousand dollars?”
Barbara remained silent.
“Mom!”
She flinched.
I watched him struggle to process it.
For years, Mark had defended his mother with the same sentence.
“She doesn’t have money.”
He had used that sentence whenever she wanted something.
A new refrigerator.
Dental work.
Medication.
A vacation.
Rent.
Groceries.
A car repair.
He had always insisted that Barbara was struggling.
Yet there she stood, the owner of an apartment worth far more than the house Mark and I had purchased together.
Mr. Sterling reached into the envelope again.
“There is more.”
He handed Mark another page.
“This is a transfer record from six years ago.”
Mark stared at it.
Then his face changed.
“That’s my account.”
I folded my arms.
“Yes.”
He looked at me.
“Why was money transferred from my account?”
I answered quietly.
“Because your mother took it.”
Barbara snapped.
“I did not steal anything!”
“No,” I said. “You convinced your son to give it to you.”
Mark looked between us.
“How much?”
Mr. Sterling answered.
“Thirty-four thousand dollars.”
Mark staggered backward.
“Thirty-four…”
His voice disappeared.
I nodded.
“Remember that bonus you told me you never received?”
Mark looked at me.
“You said your company didn’t pay it.”
“I remember.”
“You said you used it to pay off your credit card.”
“I remember.”
“You said you couldn’t help with Ethan’s preschool tuition because you were broke.”
His jaw tightened.
“I remember.”
I pointed at the document.
“You gave it to her.”
Barbara suddenly shouted.
“He wanted to help me!”
I looked at her.
“Then why did you make him lie?”
Barbara’s mouth closed.
Mark turned toward her.
“Mom?”
She looked frightened now.
“Mark, I was scared.”
“Of what?”
“Losing everything.”
He stared at her.
“You already had everything.”
She shook her head.
“You don’t understand.”
“No,” Mark said quietly. “I don’t.”
That was the first time I’d ever heard those words from him.
Not directed at me.
Directed at her.
Ethan suddenly spoke from the hallway.
“Dad?”
Everyone turned.
He was still holding his stuffed T-Rex.
Mark’s expression softened immediately.
“What is it, buddy?”
Ethan hesitated.
“Are you going to leave?”
Mark froze.
I watched the question hit him harder than anything else that night.
He crouched down.
“No.”
Ethan stepped backward.
“You always say you’re going to help Grandma.”
Mark swallowed.
“I know.”
“You said Grandma needed you more than Mom.”
Barbara’s face changed.
Mark looked at Ethan.
“When did I say that?”
Ethan’s voice trembled.
“Last Christmas.”
Mark looked at me.
I nodded.
“Yes.”
Ethan continued.
“Grandma told me Mom only stayed with Daddy because of money.”
Barbara’s eyes widened.
“I never—”
“Don’t lie,” Ethan whispered.
The room became completely silent.
My son had never spoken to Barbara that way.
He was eight years old.
He shouldn’t have needed to.
Mark slowly stood.
He looked at his mother.
“Did you say that to him?”
Barbara’s eyes filled with tears.
“I was angry.”
“You told my son his mother didn’t love me.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“You told my son his mother was using me.”
“Mark…”
“You told him that?”
Barbara covered her face.
And Mark finally understood.
This wasn’t about an apartment.
It wasn’t about money.
It wasn’t even about me.
She had been poisoning the relationship between a father and his child.
For years.
Mr. Sterling cleared his throat.
“There’s another issue we need to address.”
Mark turned toward him.
“What?”
“The credit card.”
Mark looked confused.
“What about it?”
Mr. Sterling placed another document on the table.
“The card was opened using Sarah’s Social Security information.”
“I told you, I didn’t open it.”
“I believe you.”
Mark frowned.
“Then why are you looking at me?”
“We aren’t.”
Mr. Sterling turned toward Barbara.
She went completely still.
Mark stared at his mother.
“No.”
Barbara shook her head.
“No.”
“Mom.”
“I didn’t.”
Mr. Sterling continued.
“The application was submitted electronically from a device registered to Barbara’s residence.”
Mark looked at her.
Her face was pale.
“But that doesn’t mean she did it.”
“No,” Mr. Sterling said. “It doesn’t.”
He pulled out another page.
“But the security footage from the bank does.”
Barbara’s knees nearly buckled.
Mark stared.
“What footage?”
“Your mother visited the bank two days before the account was opened.”
Barbara whispered, “I was only asking questions.”
Mr. Sterling looked at her.
“The footage shows you providing Sarah’s information to a bank representative.”
Barbara’s mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
I watched Mark slowly turn toward her.
His face looked different now.
Not angry.
Broken.
“You used Sarah’s identity?”
Barbara started crying.
“I needed the money.”
“You used my wife’s name?”
“I was going to pay it back.”
“You used her name!”
“I didn’t have a choice!”
“You always have a choice!”
The scream echoed through the house.
Ethan covered his ears.
I immediately walked toward him.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
He ran into my arms.
I held him tightly.
Behind me, Mark’s voice cracked.
“How much?”
Barbara didn’t answer.
“How much did you take?”
Still nothing.
Mr. Sterling answered.
“Approximately twenty-six thousand dollars in charges.”
Mark closed his eyes.
I felt Ethan’s fingers clutch the back of my shirt.
Then Mark whispered something I never expected.
“I did this.”
I turned.
He was staring at the floor.
“I let this happen.”
I didn’t answer.
“I kept telling Sarah she was selfish.”
His voice trembled.
“I kept telling her my mother needed me.”
He looked at Ethan.
“I kept telling myself I was a good husband because I was a good son.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“But I wasn’t a good husband.”
For a moment, I almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
Then I remembered every night I had sat at the kitchen table calculating which bills could wait.
Every time I had watched him send money to Barbara while telling me there was nothing left for our son.
Every time I had heard him say, “You make enough.”
Every time I had swallowed my anger because I wanted Ethan to have a stable home.
And I remembered the credit card.
The card he had never known about.
The debt that had appeared under my name.
The account that had nearly destroyed my credit.
I looked at him.
“You’re right.”
He raised his eyes.
“You weren’t a good husband.”
His shoulders dropped.
“But you still have one thing left to do.”
“What?”
“Be a good father.”
Mark looked toward Ethan.
My son refused to look at him.
I continued.
“Whatever happens between you and me, don’t make Ethan pay for your choices.”
Mark nodded slowly.
“I won’t.”
Mr. Sterling checked his watch.
“We need to proceed with the legal paperwork.”
Mark looked at me.
“Are you really divorcing me?”
I looked at the man I had once promised to grow old with.
“Yes.”
His eyes closed.
“Sarah…”
“I already filed.”
“Can we fix it?”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
He swallowed.
“Is there someone else?”
I almost couldn’t believe he had asked.
“No.”
“Then why?”
I looked directly at him.
“Because there doesn’t have to be someone else.”
He stared at me.
“Sometimes a marriage ends because one person gets tired of being the only person holding it together.”
He looked down.
That sentence finally broke whatever remained of his confidence.
Barbara suddenly stepped forward.
“Sarah, please.”
I looked at her.
She was crying.
“You have everything,” she whispered. “You have your career. You have the house. You have money. What more do you want?”