I paged through it after setting it down on the folding table.
He had informed me he was doing that, at least.
The papers were filled with Thomas’s handwriting, recording monthly transfers dating back 31 years. I looked further and discovered a cash-purchased deed for a condominium forty minutes away from our house.It’s not real. It’s not possible.”
However, I was unable to ignore the reality that was right in front of me. A female, not one of our sons, created the drawings that Thomas had here. He had been sending money to someone for years and had a condo that I was unaware of.
Thomas had been leading two different lives.
I was startled out of my reverie by the sound of voices behind me.
I was unable to ignore the reality that was right in front of me.”Are you certain that this is the unit?”
Another voice. “Yes. “317,” he said.Alright. We must take everything.
The entryway was filled with shadows.”Oh.”
I raised my head.
At the doorway stood a woman in her mid-fifties. Behind her stood a woman in her 30s.
The entryway was filled with shadows.”Pardon me,” the elderly woman replied cautiously. “We thought this was private.””Yes,” I said. “My name is Margaret.”Oh. The elderly woman intertwined her fingers. “You’re… his wife.”Indeed. Are you also his mistress?”Mistress?” With a harsh question, the elder woman asked. “How are you able to refer to me that way? You were aware of us. I was informed by Thomas that you had a deal. He informed me that you had been apart for a long time. that you continued to be legally married for appearances and insurance. He claimed that you both agreed that the boys would suffer from divorce.
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