The Sky Waited for Answers by Orin Flux 8
Chapter 8
The video cut off there. Marcus told me the rest later.
That night, they found Bryson.
He was at a gambling parlor, playing cards. He’d lost everything.
When the legal team tracked him down, he was still acting tough.
“Who the hell are you people? You want me to call the cops?”
“Mr. Cash, I suggest you read this document carefully.”
Marcus handed him the notice.
“You’re implicated in forgery, unlawful transfer of assets, and suspected fraud. That’s civil liability.”
“If we find evidence of foul play in your mother’s prior husbands‘ deaths, that becomes criminal liability.”
Bryson’s face changed.
“What prior husbands? My dad died of a heart attack!”
“Your father was in good health before marrying your mother. Three years into the marriage, he died suddenly of heart failure.”
“Six months before his death, all of his assets were transferred into your mother’s name. How much of that process were you aware of?”
Bryson opened his mouth. Nothing came out.
“And your mother’s first husband. We’re pulling records from that time. If there are irregularities, law enforcement will open an investigation.”
Bryson slumped in his chair.
“I didn’t know… I swear I didn’t know…”
“Stellar Wealth Management was registered under your name. The eight hundred thousand was deposited into your account. The house was transferred into your name. You didn’t know any of it?”
“That was all my mom! She told me to do it!”
“So you’re admitting it?”
Bryson froze, realizing he’d said too much.
Marcus signaled his associate to turn off the recorder.
“Mr. Cash, I’m going to give you one chance. If you’re willing to cooperate–tell us everything you know and help us recover the assets–we can consider reducing your liability in the lawsuit.”
“But my mom…”
“Your mother will face her own consequences. You’re an adult. You have independent legal capacity. What you did, you’re responsible for.”
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Stepmom Cut My Funds? Should’ve Asked My Big Shot Grandpa First
Bryann was allent for a long time.
“Fine 18 talk.
Bryan’s testimony was more than we’d expected.
The money the eight hundred thousand–hadn’t been invested in anything
Part of it went to jewelry, bags, and clothes for Melinda.
Part of it Bryson gambled away.
The rest was transferred to another account–one Melinda had opened under her second husband’s name, still holding money he’d left behind.
The house was the same.
Bryson admitted that on the day of the transfer, he’d forged my signature.
Dad had been there but hadn’t signed anything–just said “I agree.”
“Your dad was already completely under my mom’s thumb by then,” Bryson said. “She’d cry, and he’d fold. He did whatever she wanted.”
“How did she manage that?”
“Same old playbook. First, she’s sweet and caring. Then she slowly takes control of the money. Then she cuts off his social circle–his friends, his relatives. My mom would find ways to offend them, make sure they stopped coming around. Eventually, your dad had no one left but her.”
Listening to this, I felt a chill run through me.
Wasn’t that exactly what had happened in the years after Mom died?
Dad’s old friends, his coworkers–one by one, they stopped coming by.
I’d asked him why once. He said they were busy.
So that’s what it was.
“What about your mom’s first two husbands?” Marcus asked.
Bryson hesitated.
“I don’t know about the first one. The second one… my dad…”
He paused.
“My dad was healthy before they got married. After the wedding, he started eating the meals my mom made, taking all these supplements she gave him. Then slowly, he got worse.”
“Do you suspect your mother poisoned him?”
“I don’t know.”
Bryson looked down. “But before my dad died, he told me to stay away from her.”
The room went quiet.
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Chapter 8
When Dad found out all of this, le completely fell apart.
That iught, after the legal team left, he sat alone on the living room couch, Sat there all night.
The next morning. Melinda found him locked in his study, not eating, not drinking.
She called through the door, knocked, cried, shouted,
Dad wouldn’t open it.
That afternoon, Dad called me.
“Renee. I’m sorry. Your mom’s house, your mom’s money–I didn’t protect them.”
His voice was shaking.
“When your mom died, I promised her I’d take care of you. I didn’t keep that promise.”
“Renee, I’m not asking you to forgive me. I just want you to know–I know I was wrong.”
I gripped my phone, didn’t know what to say.
Three and a half years.
Mom had been gone three and a half years.
What had Dad done in that time?
He watched Melinda put Mom’s photo away. Didn’t say a word.
He watched Melinda transfer my house to Bryson’s name. Said “I agree.”
He watched my savings get transferred out. Called it an investment.
He listened to Melinda and cut off my allowance.
He was my dad. My actual dad.
But he’d never done a single thing for me.
“Renee?”
“I’m listening.”
“Renee, can you come home? I want to see you.”
I was silent for a long time.
“No. We’ll talk after everything’s settled.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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