The investigation did not end with the chocolates. Detectives asked for access to Desmond’s messages, financial records, and recent communications with my attorney. That was when they discovered he had been asking questions about my property for months. He knew the house was paid off, knew I had savings, and had even contacted an estate agent about its approximate value without telling me.
Marguerite came to my house two days later with the children. She looked exhausted and ashamed, though none of this had been her fault. She handed me a folder containing copies of messages Desmond had sent about my finances. In several of them, he complained that I was “living too long” and said the family would be better off once the house became his. Reading those words hurt more deeply than hearing about the investigation.
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