That sentence ended everything.
My father immediately removed Mark from a business opportunity he had been expecting to join.
His own parents refused to fund the legal battle he started threatening the following day.
Once the documents were sitting on the table, Mark could no longer control the story.
Within days, relatives knew.
Then neighbors.
Then longtime friends.
People who had always praised Mark for being dependable stopped answering his calls.
He hated that most.
Not losing control.
Being seen.
But the most complicated part wasn’t Mark.
It was Beth.
