I frowned.
“Why are you giving me this?”
He leaned back.
“Because you deserve to know where all those tight finances went.”
I hesitated before opening it.
Inside were more documents, transfers, payments, records going back years.
But one thing stood out immediately.
My name.
Apparently, my father had opened a joint account in my name years ago without telling me and had been moving money through it, to pay Melissa, to pay Tyler, even to cover his own expenses.
He’d been using my name.
My stomach dropped.
“Is this legal?”
Tyler shook his head.
“Barely, but it’s enough to ruin his reputation if anyone ever saw it.”
I sat there, the realization sinking in like slow poison.
They hadn’t just disrespected me.
They’d used me.
And suddenly, that quiet folder on my desktop labeled “The Truth” didn’t feel like a safety net anymore.
It felt like a weapon.
