Chapter 24 - Denise’s Last Lie
Maya did not let Terrence inside.
They sat on the front steps.
He handed her the term sheet.
This version included an addendum.
Upon resale or refinancing of the Carter property, Harbor Crest Residential would pay a “consulting success fee” of $75,000 to DLC Interiors.
Denise’s company.
Maya read it twice.
“She knew.”
Terrence looked uncomfortable.
“She knew there would be a fee.”
“Did she know the sale depended on avoiding my consent?”
“No.”
“Did she know you were buying below market?”
“She knew it was discounted.”
Maya closed her eyes.
Denise had been honest about some things.
Carefully honest.
Just enough to reposition herself.
“Why tell me?”
Terrence looked toward the street.
“Because Denise blamed me for using her.”
“You did.”
“Yes.”
“And she used me.”
He did not argue.
“What was the fee for?”
“Helping prepare the property and coordinating transition.”
“Transition?”
“Making sure Robert and Denise could stay after closing.”
“So she knew it was a sale.”
“Yes.”
The answer landed with almost no shock.
Maya had become tired of shock.
“Did she know my twenty-fifth birthday mattered?”
Terrence hesitated.
“She knew Robert wanted everything signed before August eighteenth.”
Maya stared at him.
“She told me she thought that was about financing.”
Terrence shook his head.
“No.”
There it was.
Denise’s last large lie.
Maya called her.
“Come to the house.”
Denise arrived forty minutes later.
She walked into the living room and saw Terrence.
Her face changed.
“You.”
Maya held up the term sheet.
Denise closed her eyes.
“Of course.”
Terrence stood.
“You told her I was using you.”
“You were.”
“And you were taking seventy-five thousand.”
Denise snapped, “For work.”
Maya said, “Stop.”
Both siblings fell silent.
She looked at Denise.
“You knew it was a sale.”
Denise sat.
“Yes.”
“You knew the deadline was before my birthday.”
“Yes.”
“You knew the price was below market.”
“Yes.”
Denise stared at the floor.
Maya’s anger was colder than before.
“Why tell me half the truth?”
“Because I wanted you to believe I was less involved than I was.”
“Why?”
“I was afraid.”
Maya laughed softly.
“There it is again.”
Denise looked up.
“I knew Robert’s authority became limited after your birthday. I did not understand every trust provision, but I knew enough.”
“And you wanted the deal closed first.”
“Yes.”
“Because?”
Denise’s voice cracked.
“Because I wanted security.”
Maya stared.
“In my mother’s house.”
“Yes.”
“Using my mother’s trust.”
“Yes.”
“Through your brother.”
“Yes.”
“And then you threw my mother’s photographs in the garbage.”
Denise began crying.
Maya did not.
“You weren’t jealous of a dead woman.”
Denise looked at her.
“You were trying to defeat her.”
The sentence broke something in Denise’s face.
“Yes.”
Silence.
Robert arrived unexpectedly.
He stopped when he saw Terrence and Denise.
“What’s happening?”
Maya held out the addendum.
Robert read it.
Then looked at Denise.
“You said the fee was for design work.”
“It was.”
“You were getting seventy-five thousand after closing?”
Denise stood.
“Don’t look betrayed.”
Robert stared.
“You hid this from me.”
She laughed.
“You forged your daughter’s signature.”
“That doesn’t make this okay.”
“No.”
Denise nodded.
“It doesn’t.”
The room became strangely still.
Maya watched the two of them.
For years, their marriage had been built partly on a shared fiction.
Angela was the obstacle.
The trust was unfair.
Maya was distant.
The house should be theirs.
Now that fiction was gone.
Robert saw Denise’s opportunism.
Denise saw Robert’s theft.
Neither could use Angela as the explanation anymore.
Denise looked at Robert.
“You told me the sale would fix everything.”
“I believed it would.”
“You told me Maya would get paid.”
“She would have.”
Maya interrupted.
“With my own asset.”
Robert closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
Denise whispered, “You made it sound like Angela had trapped us.”
Robert stared at her.
“You wanted to believe that.”
Denise flinched.
He continued.
“I never told you to throw the pictures away.”
“No.”
“You chose that.”
“Yes.”
“You chose the fee.”
“Yes.”
“You chose not to ask why the timing mattered.”
“Yes.”
Denise’s eyes hardened.
“And you chose me because I made it easier to hate Angela than yourself.”
Robert stopped.
The sentence hit everyone.
Maya watched her father’s face collapse.
Denise picked up her purse.
“I’m filing for divorce.”
Robert whispered, “I know.”
She looked surprised.
“You know?”
“I got the attorney’s letter.”
Denise nodded.
She turned to Maya.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me.”
“Good.”
“I will repay what my company owes.”
“That’s required.”
“I know.”
Denise looked around the room one final time.
“I spent four years trying to become the woman of this house.”
Maya said quietly, “There was never a position open.”
Denise nodded.
“No.”
Then she left.
Terrence followed after giving Maya his attorney’s contact information.
Robert remained.
Maya stood near the fireplace.
He stared at the empty wall.
“Are you going to put Angela back?”
Maya looked at him.
“Not the way it was.”
His expression shifted.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t want this house turned into a museum either.”
Robert seemed startled.
“That’s what Denise said.”
“No.”
Maya shook her head.
“She used that word because she wanted Mom gone.”
She looked at the pale marks.
“I don’t want Mom frozen.”
Robert’s eyes filled.
“She had a life. Not a shrine.”
Maya walked toward the stack of photographs.
“I’m deciding what stays.”
Robert nodded.
“Okay.”
She looked at him.
“You don’t get a vote.”
His face tightened.
Then he nodded again.
“I know.”
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But this time, for the first time, Maya believed he did.
