Hearing this, my anger exploded. Scott, you bastard. I built everything with you from nothing and now that you were rich, you cheated on me, hid money from me and even tried to drive me to death?
I took the gold bars out one by one and packed them into the suitcase I’d prepared earlier. “What if Scott finds out when he gets back?”
I stared at the dark opening, worried. If he found out, I might not even make it out of this house, let alone get a divorce.
“Mom, are you silly? Just stuff some old books into the box next to it so it looks full, then put the ceiling panels back. They haven’t been opened in years. By the time he notices, we’ll be long gone!”
I suddenly understood. I grabbed a few of Scott’s showpiece books from the top shelf, stuffed them into the black bag and put it back in the ceiling. Then I carefully secured the panels.
I even wiped away the fingerprints on the edges. Then I sat on the floor, my heart pounding. Even jumping into the river hadn’t been this thrilling.
Just then, the door opened downstairs. Scott’s impatient voice followed, “Tara, did that crazy woman come back?”