One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

out loans.”

Caroline stopped.

“What loans?”

“Personal loans.”

“In whose name?”

Silence.

The color drained from her face.

“In whose name?”

“Some were mine.”

“Some?”

He looked down.

“One was joint.”

Caroline grabbed his arm.

“I never signed for a loan.”

He pulled away.

“You signed electronically.”

“I did not.”

“You’ve signed things before.”

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