Darren had once told me that selling the house had been necessary because his business investments had run into temporary financial pressure. At the time I had believed him because I wanted to believe that the collapse of our life together had at least been caused by circumstances beyond our control.
But according to the stranger on the phone, that explanation had never been the truth.
Victor told me that Darren had been boasting about the way he handled certain debts by quietly selling the property while making it appear that the situation had been unavoidable.
My hand tightened around the phone.
If what this stranger was saying was correct, then even the story I had used to explain our hardships to myself had been another illusion.
Victor paused for a moment before continuing.
“Your former husband seems to believe tonight will be his moment of triumph,” he said calmly. “He expects a stage and an audience.”
I said nothing.
