Chapter 2: The Signature That Wasn’t Mine
David stood beside the cake table, holding Linda’s phone in one hand and the restaurant microphone in the other.
“She called it a family tradition,” he said, his voice shaking.
“But no one in our family has ever done this.”
Linda reached for her phone.
“Give that back to me!”
David stepped away and played a voice message through the speakers.
Linda’s voice filled the room: “If she refuses to listen to me, I’ll humiliate her in front of everyone.
Maybe then she’ll remember her place.”
The guests gasped.
My hands began trembling.
“You planned this?” I whispered.
Linda’s face turned bright red.
“She deserved it!
She has been turning you against me for years!”
“No, Mom,” David replied.
“You did that yourself.”
Then he held up a small envelope.
Linda suddenly screamed, “David, don’t you dare open that!”
She grabbed her coat and hurried toward the exit, but David’s next words stopped her at the door.
“My wife thinks tonight was only about a cake,” he said.
“She still doesn’t know what you did with the money.”
I stared at him.
“What money?”
David slowly opened the envelope—and when he pulled out the first document, I saw my signature at the bottom.
Except I had never signed it.
What had Linda done in my name, and how long had David known?
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