“Where did you get these?” he asked quietly.
“Public social media. Your father barely bothered hiding any of it. He’s been traveling and enjoying himself on your money. And Jason’s.”
“You don’t understand.”
Daniel shook his head.
“We’ve been saving for land. Dad found a good property. He’s negotiating with the owners. He’s been handling everything.”
“There is no property.”
Daniel froze.
“There is no deal, Daniel. No contract. No deposit. No paperwork. Your mother checked. For two years, Robert has taken money from both of his sons, and no one knows what he’s actually been doing with it.”
Daniel said nothing.
His eyes remained fixed on the laptop.
At first he looked pale.
Then almost gray.
“There has to be some explanation,” he whispered eventually. “My father wouldn’t do that.”
“He could.”
Emily’s voice stayed level.
“And he did.”
Daniel looked up.
“And then you brought that same man into my home so the two of you could demand my paycheck too. Was that the plan? Take my income as well and give him even more?”
“Emily, don’t rush into conclusions.”
“I’m not rushing into anything. Yesterday I gave you a chance to explain yourself. I hoped you would talk to me like an adult. Instead, you brought your father and your brother into my kitchen so all three of you could explain my place to me.”
She closed the laptop halfway.
“I’m done waiting.”
Daniel stared at her.
“What does that mean?”
“It means this marriage is over.”
His expression changed instantly.
“Where are you going?”
For the first time, genuine fear entered his voice.
Emily almost smiled.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Daniel frowned.
“This apartment belongs to me. You seem to have forgotten that my parents left it to me before we were married. So I won’t be the one packing.”
