I asked Preston to void the amendment, remove Marcus’s name, and transfer the lease that afternoon. He immediately sent the forged notarization to the company’s compliance department. Doyle lost his notary license, and the dealership began its own investigation. I decided not to pursue criminal charges against Brooke. I had never wanted revenge. I wanted the truth, and now I had it.

Brooke moved out that month, and Trevor filed for divorce. He rented my spare room, picked up a second shift, and eventually bought a used hatchback with money he’d saved himself. I told him he didn’t owe me anything for the thirty-eight lease payments I’d made—$26,000 in total. Every Sunday, he sits at my table for dinner. There are no secret cars in the driveway, no forged signatures, and no pretending anymore. He simply comes home, eats, and tells me about his week. And before he leaves, he always says thank you.