My Husband's Other Home

$25,000?
I stared at Declans phone screen.
The text was from the bank: Your loan ending in 8888 is due for a monthly payment of $25,000. Please remit immediately.
He was in the shower. His phone was sitting on the coffee table.
I read it again.
Twenty-five thousand dollars a month? What loan?
We had been married for eight years. I had no idea he had any debt of that magnitude.
My finger instinctively slid across the glass, locating his bank app.
I tapped it open.
Loan Balance: $4.5 million.
A silent, deafening explosion went off in my head.
The sound of the shower stopping jolted me.
I placed the phone down and settled back onto the sofa, my hands resting calmly on my lap.
Declan walked out, towel-drying his hair. What are you looking at?
Nothing.
I offered a slight smile.
Just wondering about that bank text, I continued, keeping my voice level. It said the payment due was twenty-five thousand dollars?
His color immediately drained.
Five million dollars? I looked him straight in the eye. In the eight years weve been married, Ive managed to save up two hundred thousand dollars, and youve managed to run up five million dollars in debt.
1
Declan didnt speak.
He stood there, the towel still draped over his shoulder, a statue carved out of sudden dread.
Care to explain? My voice was flat.
I I have a loan, he stammered, wetting his lips. But its not what you think.
What do I think?
It was a company investment project, he finally sat down. Last year, there was a major opportunity, and I put some money into it, and it just
It crashed?
Yes, it was a massive loss. He watched me, his eyes pleading. So, I took out a bridging loan. I thought I could turn it around.
Five million dollars?
Its not that much, he hedged, avoiding my gaze. Maybe a million and a half. Two at the most.
I laugheda sharp, mirthless sound.
I pulled my own phone from my purse, opening the screenshot Id just taken of the bank message.
Loan Balance: $4,500,000. I pushed the screen towards him. Did you just say a million and a half?
Declans face went utterly white.
When did you take this loan out? I asked. And why, in eight years of marriage, did you never mention it?
Last year His voice was a whisper. Last March.
Two years ago? I stood up. Youve been hiding this for two years?
Harper, please, let me explain
Youve been paying $25,000 a month, I interrupted, the facts rolling off my tongue like cold steel. Thats twenty-four months. Youve already paid back six hundred thousand dollars.
He lowered his head.
Where did that six hundred thousand come from?
The firm
Dont say the firm. I walked closer. Your salary is eighty thousand a year, maybe sixty-five thousand after tax. You contribute forty-eight thousand a year to our joint account. What exactly was left over to cover six hundred thousand in payments?
Declan was silent.
Do you have an emergency fund? Other money you havent told me about?
He looked up, his eyes darting away from mine.
Tell me.
I I have some.
How much?
Not much. Just He gritted his teeth. About two hundred thousand, maybe a bit more.
I nodded slowly.
Two hundred thousand dollars. A personal stash. A secret savings account hed never seen fit to mention.
Is that two hundred thousand enough to cover the balance? I asked.
No, his voice was even smaller. Its nowhere near enough.
How much is left?
Over four million
I took a deep breath.
$4.5 million remaining balance plus the $600,000 hed already paid back wait.
You said youve paid back six hundred thousand?
Yes.
Then why is the remaining balance four point five million?
Declan froze.
Five million dollars minus six hundred thousand dollars is four point four million. I stared at him. So your original loan was five million dollars, wasnt it?
He nodded, defeated.
Youve been paying $25,000 a month for twenty-four months. I sat back down. How did you cover those payments?
I
Dont mention your two hundred thousand. Two hundred thousand divided by twenty-five thousand is only eight months of payments. I leaned in. Where did the other sixteen months of payments come from?
Sweat beaded on Declans forehead.
Is there more money, Declan? Money you havent told me about?
He didnt answer.
Declan, Im asking you one last time, I stood up again. What is the real story behind this five million dollars?
It was an investment gone bad
Stop lying.
It was! It really was a bad investment! He rose, his voice escalating. I went in with a few partners, and we got scammed! The moneys all gone!
Scammed?
Yes! They promised a guaranteed return, but it was a total fraud!
I looked at him.
His eyes were still shifting, unable to hold my gaze.
If you were scammed, why didnt you file a police report?
I did, but
You did? I pulled out my phone. Then there should be a case number. What is it?
Declan was speechless.
I smiled, the expression cold on my face.
You cant even keep your stories straight, can you?
Harper
Dont call me that. I turned toward the bedroom. Im exhausted today, and I wont fight. Tomorrow, Im going to the bank. Youd better use the night to come up with the truth.
Harper!
I closed the bedroom door. Leaning my back against the polished wood, I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Five million dollars. The magnitude of the betrayal was only now sinking in.
2
I called out of work first thing the next morning.
Declan was still asleep. I didn't wake him.
Taking my drivers license and our marriage certificate, I drove to Summit Bank.
Hello, I need to check all loans under my husbands name, I said, sliding the documents to the teller.
Are you looking for a joint loan, or
All of them.
Certainly, please wait a moment.
After several minutes of typing, the teller printed out a document.
Your husband has one active business line of credit. It was initiated on March 15, 2023, for $5 million. The term is five years. $600,000 has been paid back, leaving a principal balance of $4.4 million. The monthly payment is $25,000.
I took the paper.
March 15, 2023. Exactly two years ago.
What was the stated purpose of this loan?
Its a business line of credit, so it was intended for corporate operations, the teller checked his monitor. At the time of application, he provided his companys business license and financial statements.
May I see the loan contract?
Yes, please give me a moment to retrieve the file.
A few minutes later, the teller returned with a thick folder.
I opened it.
First page: Loan Amount: $5,000,000.
Loan Purpose: Corporate Working Capital.
Collateral: Real Estate Mortgage + Personal Guarantee.
I kept turning the pages.
Collateral Property: Unit 1003, Building A, The Riverwalk Residences.
That was our home. Our primary residence.
He used our house as collateral?
This property I pointed to the address. Its a joint marital asset. How could he mortgage it without my presence?
The teller looked surprised. You didnt sign the documents?
No.
When the mortgage was processed, he provided an authorized Power of Attorney form, signed by you.
My head began to swim. An authorized Power of Attorney?
When had I ever given him that authority?
Can I see a copy of that POA?
That will require a request to the archives. It might take a few days.
Please, can you process that request for me?
I will.
I walked out of the bank, clutching the loan contract.
Standing by my car, I called my lawyer friend, Margot.
Margot, my husband secretly took out a $5 million loan using our house as collateral. What do I do?
What?! Five million? Margots voice was high with shock. Were you aware of the loan?
Completely oblivious.
Then how did he put up the house?
The bank said he provided a notarized Power of Attorney with my signature.
A POA? Margot paused. Did you sign it?
No.
Then that POA is potentially fraudulent, Margot said firmly. You need to get the original document from the bank immediately. Ill review it. If its proven to be a forgery, we can argue the loan is invalid, or at the very least, you have no joint liability.
Okay.
I walked straight back into the bank lobby.
Hi again. I requested that Power of Attorney document. Can you expedite it? I need it now.
The teller looked at me hesitantly. I dont know if
Please, I insisted, leaning in. If that document is fake, my entire life savings and my home are at risk. I need to see it.
The teller hesitated, then nodded. Wait here. Ill talk to the manager.
Thirty minutes later, I was handed a photocopy of the POA.
I stared at the signature.
Harper Brooks. It was my name.
But it wasn't my handwriting.
My signature is precise and controlled. The one on the POA was light, almost airy, clearly a rushed imitation.
I snapped a picture and sent it to Margot.
Is that your signature?
No.
Weve got him, Margot confirmed. Keep that copy. Well file for a handwriting analysis. If its a forgery, you walk away clean from the debt.
A wave of relief washed over me, quickly followed by a harder realization.
Declan forged my signature to secure a $5 million loan.
What, exactly, did he spend it on?

First, search for and download the MotoNovel app from Google. Then, open the app and use the code "310780" to read the entire book.