My Husband Said Floor 4 Didn't Exist While Draining My $145,000 Savings—Until His Ex Revealed The 1912 Pact Sealed Above Our Bedroom
👉 Previous decision: You chose to meet Clara Hallowell secretly at a cafe.
The cozy hum of the Beacon Hill tea shop offered a stark contrast to the dread gnawing at me. I spotted Clara Hallowell in a quiet corner, her profile sharp and composed. She looked tired, lines of worry etched around her eyes, but her gaze was direct.
She didn’t offer a hug or a handshake. She just slid a small, ornate object across the wooden table between us.
An engraved 1912 silver pocket watch. Its surface was dulled with age, intricate floral patterns barely visible.
“He told me I was crazy too,” Clara said, her voice flat, mirroring the text message. “That I was ‘unstable’ from my past.”
She flipped open the back casing of the watch. Inside, nestled against the gears, was a tiny, folded piece of parchment. She carefully extracted it with a pair of tweezers she pulled from her purse.
It was an original notary receipt. Dated 1998. Signed by an Arthur Pendelton. The receipt detailed a payment of $45,000.
“He paid Pendelton to remove Floor 4 from the municipal tax maps,” Clara explained, her voice barely audible. “To make it a ‘non-habitable void’ on paper. All to avoid taxes and keep his family secret.”
My blood ran cold. This wasn’t just Julian’s secret anymore. It was a conspiracy, generations deep.
Clara looked at me, her eyes filled with a painful understanding. “Six years ago, I started asking questions about similar ‘structural engineering fees.’ He drained $90,000 of my personal savings, claiming I was ‘mismanaging funds’ due to stress. Just like he’s doing to you.”
The watch, the receipt, the shared story of financial ruin—it was all devastatingly clear. Julian hadn’t just inherited a curse; he was actively perpetuating a fraud.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 11 to continue the story.
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