“That’s impossible,” I said. “I don’t owe anyone anything.”
“They left documents,” she continued. “Contracts. Legal filings. Your name was on all of them.”
I shook my head. “I’ve never owned a business.”
Her eyes shifted—to my father.
Mine followed.
He couldn’t meet my gaze.
Finally, he spoke. “Years ago… I put a company under your name. It was supposed to be temporary.”
“You put debt in my name,” I snapped.
Chloe stepped forward. “The company failed worse than he admitted. The debts were buried, restructured… hidden. But something resurfaced. Someone started digging.”
I stared at her. “So your solution was marrying him?”
Pain flickered across her face. “I needed access. Influence. A way to fix it fast without dragging you into it. Marriage was the cleanest legal route.”
It took a moment to sink in.
“You married him… for paperwork.”
“Yes.”
“You should’ve told me.”
Her voice trembled. “If I had, you would’ve tried to fix it yourself—and made it worse.”
I wanted to argue.
But part of me knew she wasn’t wrong.
“I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you,” she whispered. “I left because I love you enough to protect you.”
That hurt more than anything.
I walked out.
Outside, the air felt sharp and cold. I stood there, trying to breathe, trying to understand.
A moment later, I heard her footsteps.
She stopped beside me.
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