what I was told.”
“You chose to pay,” she snapped.
“Yes. Now I’m choosing to stop.”
She left angry, but the look she gave her father before closing the door was new.
That night, Richard sent me six messages from the guest room.
You are destroying this family.
You are humiliating Sloane.
You don’t understand what my business requires.
I finally replied:
You lied about where my money went.
The next morning, my attorney, Marcus Bennett, read the message and removed his glasses.
“Do not argue with him in writing again.”
“He deserves worse.”
“I’m sure he does. But every angry sentence can be printed without the ten lies that came before it.”
Marcus helped me freeze my credit and review my investments.
That was when we found the rejected request to add Richard as a joint owner to one of my investment accounts.
The company had refused it because
