He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

cheated.

He’d planned.

He’d spent months trying to pry my father’s estate out of my hands with forged paperwork while kissing me goodbye every morning like some country club saint.

Grace took one look at my face and said, “Is it bad?”

I handed her the page.

She stared at the signature. “That’s fake, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Footsteps sounded in the hallway.

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