I thought it was over.
It wasn’t.
The next morning, loud pounding shook my door.
“Open up, Marissa!” Eleanor shouted.
Through the peephole, I saw her—perfectly dressed, furious—and Anthony beside her, tense. Neighbors were already watching.
I opened the door slightly, chain still on.“How dare you embarrass me,” she snapped.
“Good morning, Eleanor,” I replied evenly.
Anthony tried to calm things. “Not here, Marissa.”
“No.”
That one word carried more weight than years of silence.
I calmly laid out everything—every payment, every transfer, every expense I had covered.
Eleanor denied it. Anthony deflected.
Until I mentioned the money he’d secretly taken from me.
She turned to him, shocked. “You said it was from your business.”
