Peeking through the slightly ajar bedroom door, I saw Mark lying on the bed, half-dressed, with a woman in Jessica’s robe sipping from her favorite glass. They laughed over how easily he had tricked Jessica into signing away her house, thinking it was boring refinancing paperwork. “Once it’s notarized, it’s done,” he said. “She won’t even know until it’s too late.” I ran, heart pounding, and called Jessica.
But instead of gratitude, I got disbelief. “You’re jealous,” she snapped. “Don’t call me again.” That night, Mark showed up at my door with a threat that chilled me to my core. So I did something desperate. I faked a hospital emergency, hoping it would pull Jessica back before it was too late. It worked. Six hours later, there…