“You let this happen!” she suddenly screamed at Logan.
She struck his shoulder hard.
“You let him leave! You idiot!”
Logan did not react.
He was frozen.
Their perfect marriage cracked open before my eyes.
Money had been the glue holding their lies together.
Now the money was gone.
Only the debts remained.
I stood slowly and adjusted my suit jacket.
“The documents are all here, Logan. I suggest you read them carefully.”
I did not wait for an answer.
I turned and walked toward the glass door.
“Dad, wait!” Logan begged, his voice breaking.
I did not stop.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the quiet corridor.
The air outside the conference room was cool and clean.
The next month, I bought a small cottage by a lake.
No unnecessary guest rooms.
No loud parties I never wanted.
Just golden morning light, good coffee, and complete peace.
I later heard that the house on Thunderbird Road was foreclosed.
Chelsea filed for divorce.
Logan had to move into a small apartment in the suburbs.
The calculations were finished.
The ledger was closed.
And for the first time in years, my personal balance was finally positive.
Epilogue
Six months later, a letter arrived in my mailbox.
The envelope was thin.
The handwriting on the front was familiar.
Logan.
For several minutes, I simply stared at it while sitting on my porch overlooking the lake.
