Chapter 5 - The First ThreatI asked my father and Beth to leave.
Beth refused until I threatened to call the police for trespassing. She laughed, but she walked to the car.
My father followed her.
My mother remained on the front path.
“What did you mean?” I asked. “What are you going to tell the police?”
“That depends on you.”
“On whether I pay for the wedding?”
“On whether you behave like a daughter.”
She stepped closer.
“The money you saved while living in our home could be considered family money.”
“No, it couldn’t.”
“You contributed to household expenses. How would anyone know which dollars went where?”
“Bank records.”
“Records can be interpreted.”
“You’re threatening to lie to the police.”
“I’m explaining that misunderstandings happen.”
Her voice was calm, but her eyes were bright with anger.
I took out my phone.
“Say it again.”
She glanced at the screen.
Then she smiled.
“You always were dramatic.”
She walked to the car before I could start recording.
That night, I changed the locks even though the house keys were new.
I installed a doorbell camera and two exterior security cameras. I also added a camera facing the kitchen entrance.
The following morning, Beth sent me a payment request for $75,000.
The description read:
MY WEDDING — FAMILY OBLIGATION
I declined it.
She sent another request.
Then another.
My mother began contacting relatives.
An aunt in Fresno called and asked why I had stolen Beth’s wedding fund. A cousin sent me a message saying money had changed me. Someone told my grandmother’s former neighbor that I had taken an inheritance intended for the family.
The lie grew because Linda kept repeating it.
In her version, my grandmother had left a hidden investment account.
My mother had trusted me to manage it because I was an accountant.
I had secretly transferred the money, purchased a house, and refused to return it.
None of it was true.
But it was detailed.
Detailed lies often sound more believable than simple truths.
I sent a written statement to the relatives who contacted me.
There was no inheritance account. My home had been purchased with employment income accumulated over ten years. I would not discuss the matter further.
Most people did not respond.
A few apologized.
My mother became furious.
“You are making me look like a liar,” she said during a phone call.
“You are lying.”
“You think paperwork makes you better than everyone.”
“No. Paperwork proves what happened.”
“You’ll regret humiliating me.”
After the call, I contacted Susan.
She sent Linda a formal letter directing her to stop making false financial accusations and to communicate with me only in writing.
For three days, everything was quiet.
Then my father appeared at my office.
He looked exhausted.
“I need to tell you something,” he said.
We sat in a conference room away from my coworkers.
He placed an envelope on the table.
Inside was a photocopy of a document titled SIMPSON FAMILY INVESTMENT AGREEMENT.
The document claimed that my grandmother had placed $125,000 under my management ten years earlier.
At the bottom was a signature that looked like mine.
It was not.
“Where did this come from?”
“Your mother made it.”
The room seemed to tilt.
“She forged my signature?”
“She said it was only to scare you.”
“Why do you have a copy?”
“I found it beside the printer.”
“Did Beth know?”
He hesitated.
That was my answer.
“Dad, I need you to tell Susan exactly what you told me.”
Fear crossed his face.
“Your mother will never forgive me.”
I looked at the forged signature.
“She is trying to have me investigated for a crime I didn’t commit.”
“I know.”
“No, you know she’s upset. I need you to understand what she is doing.”
He covered his face with both hands.
For the first time, my father looked smaller than the man I remembered from childhood.
“I kept thinking she would calm down,” he said.
“She won’t.”
“I should have stopped this years ago.”
“Yes.”
The word hurt him.
But it was true.
He promised to speak with Susan.
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Before he left, I scanned the forged document.
Then I prepared for my mother’s next move.
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