Part 2
The porcelain coffee cup slipped from Chelsea’s hand. It hit the concrete driveway with a heavy crack, sending dark coffee splashing across her bare ankles and expensive slippers.
She didn’t even react. Her eyes were locked on the first sheet of paper. It was an official notice from the bank.
Revocation of mortgage guarantee.
When Logan and Chelsea bought that large, beautiful house, my son’s credit had not been strong enough. Quietly, I had co-signed the loan. In fact, I was the primary guarantor.
The document stated that I was removing my name from the agreement under the breach-of-trust clause Fiona had wisely included.
The bank was giving them thirty days to refinance.
If they failed, foreclosure proceedings would begin immediately.
Chelsea swallowed hard and opened the second envelope with shaking fingers.
Notice of payment termination and vehicle return.
The luxury SUV parked right in front of her—the one she loved showing off to her friends—was financed in my name.
I had agreed to “help them get started.”
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