I forwarded the report to my son with a short note telling him to look at the facts instead of listening to his wife’s lies. He called me shortly after, his voice cracking as he revealed Felicia was now claiming she had a sudden miscarriage to cover her tracks.
“The report proves she was never pregnant, Derek,” I told him, feeling a pang of pity for how easily he had been manipulated. “It is time for you to decide what kind of life you want to lead.”
I eventually offered Derek a small cottage I owned in a quiet suburb called Oak Ridge, but I made it clear that Felicia was not welcome there. I told him he could live there rent-free while he got back on his feet, provided he finally stood up for himself.
Derek visited me at the motel and looked horrified when he saw the conditions I had been living in while he enjoyed his luxury rental. He sat on the bed and cried, admitting that he had been a coward and that he didn’t know how to fix the mess he made.
He decided to take the house in Oak Ridge and left Felicia, who responded by filing a massive lawsuit against me for emotional distress. She accused me of manipulating the family’s finances, but Simon was more than ready to dismantle her case in court.
During the mediation, her lawyer kept asking where the hidden money was, and Simon truthfully replied that there was no marital property for her to claim. Felicia had spent years chasing a fortune that was legally barred from her, and now she was left with nothing but debt.
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