“Almost,” Jasper replied in a voice that sounded nothing like the kind man I thought I knew. “She is nervous about the legal language, but I told her it was just a standard family insurance procedure.”
Then I heard his younger brother, Heath, chime in about how they needed that signature to access my trust. My grandmother had left me a house in Columbus and an education fund for Toby and Lulu that I had mentioned to Jasper months ago.
“She is going to sign it,” Jasper said with a dry and arrogant laugh that I will never be able to forget. He told them that I was desperate and afraid of being alone at thirty four with two children from different fathers.
“Poor thing, she actually thinks I am her salvation,” he continued while his family laughed at the idea of me being expensive luggage. Jasper explained that once I signed the document, he would use my assets to pay off his massive gambling debts.
“She is soft and thinks love is about enduring everything,” he whispered with a monstrous kind of certainty. The call finally cut off, leaving me sitting among the wedding decorations while my heart hammered against my ribs.