“All of it!” Mark ran his fingers through his hair. “Are you serious right now? This woman tells you—”
“Stop right there with your lies.” I pointed at him. “I saw Lucas. He’s practically Noah’s twin. And I saw the bank statements that prove you’ve been moving money around.
Mark glanced at Elena.
Then at the envelope in my hand.
His face drained of color.
“Stop right there with your lies.”
“She’s obsessed with me,” he said. “I’ve told you that before.”
Elena stared at him.
“No,” she said quietly. “You told me your wife was obsessed with keeping you trapped.”
He turned toward her.
“Elena—”
“You told me you were getting separated.”
“She’s obsessed with me,”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
“You told me she refused to sign divorce papers,” Elena continued.
I held up my left hand.
The wedding ring was still there.
“I didn’t even know there was supposed to be a divorce. When were you planning to tell me, Mark?”
The wedding ring was still there.
Mark looked from her to me.
For the first time, there was nowhere left for him to hide.
“You lied to both of us,” I said.
“I was trying to protect everyone.”
“Protect?” Elena stood. “Lucas spent seven years waiting for you to show up at school events because you said people couldn’t know he existed.”
“You lied to both of us,”
His shoulders sagged.
I pulled the bank statements from the envelope.
“And this?”
Mark didn’t answer.
“The house. The money. Noah’s college fund.”
“I was going to pay it back.”
Mark didn’t answer.
That was somehow worse.
A long silence settled over the parking lot.
