He laughed. A bitter, ugly sound I didn’t recognize.
“Why do you think?” he spat. “You cut me off. You left me with nothing. You’re sitting on this house, this money, all alone.”
My legs nearly gave out. I gripped the patio table to stay standing.
“So you wanted to drive me insane?” I asked. “Make me think I was losing my mind?”
“YES!” he yelled. “If I got you declared mentally unstable, I’d become your guardian. I could sell the house, access your accounts…”
I couldn’t listen anymore.
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