She stared at the envelope. The logo in the upper left corner belonged to a prominent local family trust and estate planning practice—a firm David had never mentioned, let alone consulted.
"What are you talking about?" Rachel whispered, her hand trembling as she reached out. "Give me that."
Brenda pulled the letter back just out of reach, her smirk widening as she watched Rachel’s confidence shatter in real time.
"Oh, sweetie," Brenda purred, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "You think you know everything that happens under your own roof. But while you’ve been playing happy suburban family, your dear husband has been busy transferring the title of that shiny little lakeside property you two inherited."
Brenda tapped the corner of the envelope against her chin.
"He owes my brother three hundred thousand dollars from a failed offshore venture, Rachel. This envelope contains the signed deed of guarantee to pay off his debt before the creditors seize your house. I’m just making sure it gets filed before he tries to double-cross my family again."