The silence that followed was massive. Laura took a deep breath. “I didn’t come here to ruin anyone’s life. I came because your mother found me three months ago, Sophia. She called me and asked if I knew Jason Montes. I hung up on her twice. The third time, she said a sentence that made me stay on the line.”
I looked at my mother. She didn’t lower her eyes.
“What sentence?” I asked.
Laura swallowed hard. “She told me: ‘My daughter owns property and he is far too interested in the keys.’”
Tears of rage welled up. Not for Jason. For my mother. For the times I called her an exaggerator. For the times I told her that not all men approached me for money. For the times I defended Jason to her, to my father, to myself.
“Mom…”
She stroked my back. “We’ll talk later, honey.”
But I was already understanding. My mother hadn’t been cold about my engagement. She had been terrified. And while I was picking out flowers, she was hunting ghosts.
Laura looked at Claire. “Your sister wrote to me too.”
Claire closed her eyes. Jason turned toward her with a fury that made me squeeze her hand tighter.

“You?”
Claire trembled. “I’m tired, Jason.”
“You’re a traitor,” he spat.
My father stepped forward. “Watch how you speak to her.”
Claire finally burst into tears, but she didn’t let go of me. “I heard you guys talking so many times, Jason. I heard Mom say that with Sophia it would work out because she was ‘more docile.’ I heard about Italy. I heard about Arthur. I heard that you needed to cover the money before they came looking for you for real. And when I saw you were sending people to the apartment tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore.”
Eleanor lunged toward her. “Ungrateful!”

Security stopped her before she could reach her. Eleanor thrashed like a wild animal. “I did everything for you! For this family! Because your father left us with nothing! Because I wasn’t going to let anyone see us hit rock bottom! What did you want? For my son to live like some mediocre nobody?”
Laura looked at her with terrible calm. “Your son lives by destroying women.”
Eleanor stood motionless. Jason suddenly changed his expression. I saw him decide. I saw him put on the mask. The same one as always. The repentant man. The sweet man. The man who cried beautifully.
He approached me slowly, palms open. “Sophia, listen to me. Yes, I messed up. Yes, I should have told you about Laura. But that was before you. I love you. I got desperate. I had debts, but I was going to fix it. This all got out of hand because of my mom.”

Eleanor opened her mouth, indignant. “Because of me?”
Jason didn’t even look at her. “I never wanted them to go into your apartment. I swear. I just wanted time.”
I looked at him and, for a second, I saw the man I fell in love with. The one who brought coffee to my office when I had tight deadlines. The one who called me “his favorite designer” even though I was just an interior decorator. The one who wrote vows saying I was his home.
And then I remembered that a thief also knocks before entering if he wants you to open the door yourself.
“You love me?” I asked.
“More than anything.”
“How much do you owe?”
His lips trembled. “Sophia…”
“You can’t answer with a number, but you can say love.”
He said nothing. Arthur, from a corner, spoke in a low voice: “It’s not just the twelve and a half million.”

We all turned. Jason clenched his fists. “Shut up, Arthur.”
“Not anymore,” he said. “I’m going to get dragged down by your lies too.”
My father stepped closer. “Talk.”
Arthur breathed as if he had just chosen the side of the bridge he was going to jump from. “Jason asked for money from three different people using the same promise. He said that after the wedding he would have access to the apartment, that he could sell it or mortgage it because Sophia would ‘sign whatever he wanted.’ He told me his mother-in-law already agreed. He told another that the property was part of a marital inheritance. And he offered a third to bring him in as an investor to buy another pre-construction condo.”
I turned cold. “You were going to leave me without a house and still in debt?”
Jason looked at me with tears in his eyes. “I was going to fix it.”
“No. You were going to hide it.”