“Ik zei dat dit huis nooit van jou was. Ik kocht het voordat we trouwden, met mijn eigen geld. Het staat in mijn naam. En onze huwelijkse voorwaarden beschermen mijn persoonlijke bezittingen heel duidelijk. Dat wist je, Marc. Je koos er gewoon voor om te doen alsof je het vergeten was.”
For a fraction of a second, he turned pale. Then he tried to compose himself.
“You’re exhausted. Work stress is making you say ridiculous things.”
“I’m not going to Lyon.”
Silence fell over the living room. Marc blinked.
“What do you mean?”
“I canceled my train.”
That was when his mask slipped. The tender expression vanished. In its place appeared a cold, trapped, furious man.
“You canceled? Without telling me?”
“Exactly like you tried to dispose of my property without telling me.”
Hij deed zijn mond open, maar er kwamen geen woorden uit. Camille haalde het eerste document uit de map en plaatste het op de tafel.
“Authentic power of attorney with broad powers. Revoked today at 10:42 a.m.”
She took out the second document.
“Notifications sent to the banks.”
Then the third.
“Request for protective measures.”
The fourth.
“Police complaint filed.”
The fifth.
“A copy of the document where your name and Élodie Martin’s name appear in connection with a preparatory operation meant to transfer part of my assets into a real estate company recently created in her name.”
Marc stood frozen. The room seemed to hold its breath.
“Camille,” he said suddenly, his voice softer. “You’re misunderstanding everything. I only wanted to help organize things for you. You’re always overwhelmed. I was trying to make your life easier.”
Camille almost smiled, not from joy, but from disbelief at his nerve.
“Help me? With your mistress?”
His face twisted.
“Don’t speak like that.”
“What should I call her? Your accomplice? Your fraud partner? The woman who laughed while you said you would have three days to visit the bank and the notary while I was gone?”
Marc stepped back. Only slightly. But Camille saw it. He understood. Leo had heard. And Leo had spoken.
“You dragged our son into this?” he growled.
Camille stood.
“No. You did that. The day you turned his home into a stage for your lie.”
