I didn’t believe him.
Then he took out his phone and showed me a photograph.
She was a woman I knew.
My former financial advisor.
The same person who, years ago, had tried to convince me to sell one of my properties.
“She wanted you declared incapable of managing your assets,” Ethan said. “She had a plan to take a portion of your estate.”
—And what did you do?
—I infiltrated their circle.
I just stared at him.
According to Ethan, he had discovered that several people were trying to take advantage of wealthy older women. He had pretended to be a husband interested in money to get close to them and find out who was behind it all.
But he had made a mistake.
Instead of telling me the truth, he had decided to keep me sedated to make it seem as if my abilities were deteriorating.
“That doesn’t give you the right to drug me,” I told him.
-I know.
For the first time, I saw real fear in his eyes.
—And that’s why I can’t keep lying to you anymore.
The next morning we took all the documentation to the authorities.
The investigation revealed that Lilian’s former financial advisor was linked to a network that attempted to gain control of elderly people’s assets through deception, manipulation, and forged documents.
But Ethan was not spared consequences either.
Although he claimed to have acted to protect Lilian, he had crossed an unforgivable line by administering substances to her without her consent.
Our marriage ended months later.
Not because the age difference would have been a problem.
Nor because Ethan had stopped loving me.
It ended because I understood something I should never have forgotten:
