Abigail left the blue folder on the edge of the bed. “I heard you yesterday, and I know you forged my signature.”
The color disappeared from Spencer’s face in an instant. “I can explain everything.”
“Explain why you asked for six hundred and eighty thousand dollars using my name,” Abigail commanded.
“I was planning to pay them back before you found out,” Spencer stammered.
“And why did you forge my signature?” Abigail asked, looking into his eyes.
“Because I knew you would say no,” Spencer admitted quietly.
The honest answer destroyed any remaining excuse between them.
“My lawyer will come tomorrow,” Abigail said. “You will hand over the business records and tell the banks the full truth.”
Spencer began to cry tears of desperation. “Are you really going to send your only son to jail?”
“Your own decisions chose this path for you,” Abigail said.
Then his phone vibrated on the table, and a message from a contact named “Garrick” appeared on the screen.
The text read: “I have already confirmed the prize, so we need to get your mother’s signature before she can collect.”
Abigail managed to read every single word.
Spencer quickly hid the device, but it was already too late.
The forgery was not the end of his betrayal, for it was merely the first part of a plan to seize her entire fortune.
