The following Tuesday, I returned to Caroline’s house as usual. She greeted me with an unusually nervous smile and asked whether Robert had said anything about their relationship. I pretended not to understand. While organizing the bedroom, I noticed a folder sitting on her dressing table. Inside was a copy of a property valuation bearing our home’s address. I didn’t touch it. I simply remembered the details and informed my attorney afterward.
That evening, Caroline called me unexpectedly. Her voice was shaking. She admitted Robert had promised to leave me and had told her that our house was practically his already. Then she whispered something that changed everything: Robert had also promised her money from the sale of a property I had never agreed to sell.
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