Chapter 4 - The Audit of the Mercer EstateThe kitchen fell into a suffocating, dead silence.

The polished marble counters, the silver coffee machine, the spotless stoveâeverything in the Mercer house was an illusion of wealth built on unpaid debts and desperate lies.
âElena... listen to me,â Daniel stammered, stepping toward me with his hands open in desperate pleading. âMom was in trouble! The bank was going to auction the house! I was going to tell you after we consolidated our bank accounts!â
âYou were going to put my name on the foreclosure debt,â I corrected him coldly, taking a step back. âYou didn't marry a partner, Daniel. You married a bailout.â
I picked up my leather purse and keys from the counter, leaving the stack of utility bills sitting beneath the morning sun.
âElena!â Norma snapped, her polite voice vanishing into a shrill, arrogant screech. âYou canât just walk out! Youâre Danielâs wife! You have a legal duty to support this family!â
I turned at the kitchen doorway, looking at my mother-in-law with quiet, absolute pity.
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âMy duty was to a husband who stood by me, Norma,â I said softly. âNot a boy who let his mother sell his marriage for a mortgage payment.â
I walked out the front door, stepped into my sedan, and drove away, leaving the Mercer house behind forever.
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