And that very afternoon, her company was scheduled to inspect Ethan’s family estate for a massive contract that could potentially rescue them from serious financial trouble.
About thirty minutes later, the deal was canceled. That was when my phone suddenly started exploding.
17 calls. Then 26. Ethan finally came rushing back to find me. But the first words out of his mouth weren’t: “Are you okay?”
They were: “What did you tell your mother? My family is about to lose everything!”
I stared at the man I had married only seven weeks earlier and realized something that made my stomach turn.
He hadn’t come back because he was afraid of losing his wife. He had come back because he was afraid of losing the money.
But even that wasn’t the worst part. Because when I returned to his family’s estate that evening, an attorney placed a $185,000 loan application in front of me.
My name was listed as the guarantor. My tax information was attached. My financial records were included.
And at the bottom of the page… there was a signature that looked almost exactly like mine.
There was only one problem. I had never signed anything. I slowly looked up at my husband.
