They were arguing.
After thirty minutes, Laura stood up abruptly, said something that made his jaw tighten, and walked away.
On impulse, I followed her. If she was arguing with him, maybe she’d tell me the truth about his “plan.”
She drove to a modest apartment complex across town.
Before I could second-guess myself, I knocked.
She opened the door halfway and froze. “You shouldn’t be here.”
She tried to close it.
I pressed my hand against it. “I saw you with Jack. I know he’s planning something, and you’re involved.”
Laura grimaced. “I am not! I told him his plan is stupid, that he—” She stopped, then sighed sharply. “Fine. Come in.”
Her apartment was small and bare.
I turned to her. “What is going on? What is he doing?”
Laura gave a short, bitter laugh. “Being Jack. Taking the easy way out.”
“What does that mean?”
“He owes me money. A lot. Debt from our marriage. I’ve been trying to collect for over a year. Lawyers, notices, payment plans—everything. His solution is you.”
“What?”
Laura met my eyes. “You have a good job. A nice house. Good credit. Stability. A life already built. He marries you, and that becomes his.”
My throat went dry.
“And just so you know,” she added, “I told him marrying money isn’t a solution. I told him to get a job and pay me back properly.”
“Excuse me?” I said. “He has a job.”
She looked at me with something close to pity. “No, he doesn’t. He was fired for misusing company funds when we were married. Since then, he’s just drifted.”
“That’s not true. He works—”
“Where? Doing what?” she asked. “What’s his boss’s name? Who does he work with? What’s the worst part of his day?”
I had no answers.
Laura pulled a stack of papers from a drawer and handed me one.
