She had said they were routine household papers.
I had signed them without reading every page because I trusted her.
Now I wished I hadn’t.
On the bottom shelf of her wardrobe, behind a stack of blankets, I found a folder.
Inside were copies of bank statements, property documents, and several printed emails.
I sat on the edge of the bed and began reading.
The documents showed that Vanessa had been withdrawing money from our joint savings account to cover Patricia’s debts.
Some of the transfers were small. Others were much larger.
But that wasn’t the most disturbing part.
One email discussed a proposed loan secured against our house.
My name appeared on the paperwork.
I had never knowingly agreed to borrow that money.
I couldn’t tell from the papers alone whether the documents had been submitted or whether the signatures were valid. But I knew I needed professional advice before anything else happened.
