My knees almost completely gave out against the hallway wall as fifteen years of our relationship rushed through my mind.

I remembered the locked drawer, the secret calls, and the name Vanessa lighting up his digital screen at midnight.

I could have burst into the bedroom screaming, but something inside my mind became very still.

I walked back to the kitchen on legs that did not feel like mine and practiced my smile in the reflection of the microwave door.

When Aaron finally came out of the bedroom in a suit, I suddenly heard car tires crunch over the gravel outside.

A car door slammed and steady footsteps came up our walkway before a loud knock echoed through the apartment.

The front door swung open, and the mysterious person who had knocked walked right inside our home.

It was my wealthy stepmother Diane, walking in as if the entire place belonged to her.

Aaron placed a heavy stack of legal documents on the counter and told me to sign the top page immediately.

He coldly admitted that Diane had paid him to date me since high school to slowly steal my mother’s property.

I stood there completely frozen as my stepmother demanded that I sign over the quitclaim deed to the estate. But as Aaron reached out to hand me the pen, I slowly turned my phone screen upward on the counter, revealing that a secret audio recording app had been running for forty-seven minutes straight, capturing every single word of their criminal confession…