I Bought A Country House With My Husband’s Inheritance To Get Away. Then My Son Called:

In total, Marcus had lent him over $80,000 that Andre had never repaid. But what hurt the most was finding a letter Marcus had written but never sent. “Dalia, my love, if you are reading this, it means I am no longer with you.

There are things about Andre that I never told you because I didn’t want to hurt you. Our son is not the man we think he is. He has lied to me.

He has stolen from me and he has manipulated me for years. But the worst of it is that he has threatened me. He told me that if I ever told you the truth about him, he would find a way to hurt you.

That’s why I kept silent. That’s why I let him remain your perfect little boy. But I fear for you, Dalia.

I fear what he will do when I’m no longer here to protect you. Please be careful. Don’t trust him.

And remember that you were always stronger than you believed.”

Tears soaked the paper as I read the final lines. Marcus had known all this time who Andre really was, but he had kept the secret to protect me. At that moment, I heard a car pull up outside.

Andre and Kiara had arrived a day earlier than planned. I quickly put all the documents away and ran to the garage, pretending I had been resting. Through the small window, I watched them enter the house as if it were already theirs, turning on lights, opening cabinets, commenting on what changes they would make when it was officially theirs.

But I was no longer the same woman who had cried in this very garage 3 days ago. Now I had information. I had proof.

And a plan was beginning to form in my mind. Andre and Kiara had come to humiliate me, to treat me like a servant in my own house, to begin the process of destroying my life. What they didn’t know was that their perfect victim had vanished forever.

The confrontation dinner. On Friday evening, Kiara’s parents arrived along with two other couples. From my window in the garage, I watched them step out of a black Mercedes Benz dressed in expensive clothes and commenting on how picturesque the place was.

Kiara greeted them at the front door as if she were the lady of the house. While Andre carried the luggage with a smile I knew too well, the same fake smile he’d used since childhood when he wanted something, I stayed in the garage until Andre came looking for me. “Mom, come out of there.

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