His Ex Wifes Hidden Mortgage

Mortgage Payment Due: $4,000. Payee Account: Sarah Jennings.
I stared at the text message that had just flashed across my husbands phone screen.
Sarah Jennings.
His ex-wifes name.
Four thousand? I held the phone up, forcing him to look at the screen. Who are you paying this to?
David Millers face went immediately pale.
Lily, wait, I can explain
Explain what? I cut him off. Weve been married for five years. You told me your salary was $7,000 a month, and you gave me $2,000 for household expenses.
I laughed, a sharp, cold sound.
So, where did the other $5,000 go? No, wait. Its $4,000 for her. What is your actual salary, David?
He said nothing.
I looked at him, my heart already freezing in my chest.
Five years into our marriage, I discovered my husband was paying his ex-wifes mortgage.
1
I looked at that text message for a full three minutes.
Mortgage Payment Due: $4,000. Payee Account: Sarah Jennings. Principal Remaining: $432,000. Term Remaining: 15 years.
Sarah Jennings.
David Millers ex-wife.
The woman he divorced six years ago.
Lily, please listen to me David reached out, trying to retrieve his phone.
I took a step back.
Tell me what?
Theres a reason for this this whole arrangement.
What reason?
He fell silent again.
I looked at the man standing in front of me.
Five years married.
A three-year-old son.
I genuinely believed we had built a life, a home.
David Miller. I used his full name. Tell me, what is your salary?
Seven seven thousand.
Liar.
I opened his banking app.
He had a recurring automatic transfer set up on his checking account.
The 15th of every month: a transfer of $4,000, recipient: Sarah Jennings.
Setup date: March 2019.
March 2019.
We got married in February 2019.
Meaning, starting the second month of our marriage, he had been paying his ex-wifes mortgage.
Five years. My voice was unnervingly calm. Five years.
David kept his head down.
How much?
He wouldn't answer.
I did the math myself.
$4,000 multiplied by 12 is $48,000.
$48,000 multiplied by 5 is $240,000.
Two hundred forty thousand dollars.
Two hundred forty thousand dollars, I articulated the number. Youve paid $240,000 toward her mortgage.
David finally looked up.
Lily, I owe her.
I was stunned.
What did you say?
When we divorced, I was the one in the wrong, he mumbled. We bought the house together, but it was only in her name. I walked away with nothing, but I promised to help her with the mortgage.
You promised to help her?
Yes.
Then why did you marry me?
He was silent.
David, why did you marry me? My voice rose. If you owed her, if you were going to pay her mortgage, why did you marry me? Why did you let me pinch every penny to make ends meet?
Lily
Two thousand dollars a month! I cut him off. You gave me a $2,000 allowance, forcing me to budget down to the last dime! I had to buy the cheapest groceries and wait for sales to buy our son new clothes!
I laughed again, this time with pure bitterness.
I thought you just had a low salary. I thought we were struggling together. I never once complained.
I know
You know what? I looked straight at him. Do you know how Ive lived for the last five years? When my mother was hospitalized, I asked you for five thousand dollars, and you said we were broke. I had to borrow it myself.
I really was tied up with finances at the time.
Tied up? I laughed out loud. You were sending your ex-wife four thousand dollars every month, and you told me you were tied up?
David stopped talking.
The living room was completely silent.
I stood there, looking at the man I had lived with for half a decade.
His face was utterly foreign to me.
What is your real salary? I asked again.
He pressed his lips together.
Tell me!
Twelve thousand.
Twelve thousand dollars.
Not seven thousand.
Twelve thousand.
He earned 0-02,000 a month, gave his ex-wife $4,000, and gave me $2,000.
Where did the remaining $6,000 go?
I opened his other banking account.
Another card.
Balance: $23,916.
Last years transaction history: Video game in-app purchases, liquor store tabs, golf club fees, networking dinners
I turned the phone off.
David Miller.
Yeah.
I need to be alone right now.
I turned and walked into the bedroom.
Just as the door closed, I heard him say from the hallway: Lily, we need to talk this through
I didn't answer.
Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Five years of marriage.
Every penny I had saved.
He had taken, to pay the mortgage for another woman.
The tears finally came.
But I didn't make a sound.
I was only thinking one thing:
What do I do now?
2
The next day, David took the day off work.
He woke up early and made breakfast.
Lily, please eat something. He stood at the bedroom door, holding a bowl of oatmeal. Lets talk.
I didn't move.
Lily
David. I sat up. Why did you and Sarah divorce?
He paused.
Irreconcilable differences.
Be specific.
He put the bowl down and sat on the edge of the bed.
We had just bought the house, and the pressure was high. She got pregnant, and I wasn't supportive enough. Later after the baby was born, I was so busy with work that I was constantly away. She was raising the child alone and felt neglected.
So you cheated?
No! He denied it fiercely. I didnt cheat. We just we fought a lot. She was the one who filed for divorce.
She filed?
Yes. He lowered his head. When we divorced, she didn't ask for anything but the house. I felt I had failed her, so I promised to keep paying the loan.
Did your parents know about this arrangement?
He nodded.
I smiled.
So, the whole family knew, and you only kept it a secret from me?
Lily, I was afraid you would overthink things
Overthink? I looked at him. David, do you really think Im overthinking this?
He didn't speak.
I got up to wash my face.
I saw him follow me in the mirror, standing in the bathroom doorway.
Lily, I know I was wrong about this. But my feelings for you are real. I married you because I love you.
You love me?
I turned around.
You love me, so you lied to me for five years?
I didnt lie. I just didnt disclose it.
Didnt disclose it? I laughed. You told me your salary was $7,000, when it was 0-02,000. You said we had no money, but you were sending your ex-wife $4,000 every month. Thats not lying?
I
David, one more question.
Go ahead.
How old is the child you had with Sarah?
His face shifted.
Eight years old.
Eight years old. I nodded. You divorced six years ago. The child was two then. Now hes eight.
Yeah.
How many times have you seen your son in those eight years?
He was silent for a long time.
Not many.
How many is not many?
Two or three times a year.
Two or three times a year. I repeated. David, you pay your ex-wifes mortgage because of debt. How much do you owe your son? How many times have you even seen him?
He still didn't speak.
Or is it that I looked at him pointedly. This isnt about debt at all. Its about something else?
What else?
You know perfectly well.
I turned and walked out of the bathroom.
He pursued me. Lily, youre imagining things. Sarah and I haven't been in touch.
Havent been in touch? I stopped. Then whats the encrypted photo album on your phone for?
His face went white.
You you looked?
I didnt look, I said. But Im about to.
He stood there, frozen.
I held out my hand.
Let me see.
Lily
David, if you dont let me see it, I will assume you are still involved with her.
He hesitated for a few seconds.
Then he took out his phone and opened the password-protected folder.
There were over a hundred photos inside.
All of a little boy.
From the age of two or three up to seven or eight.
Is this your son?
Yes, his voice was very low. She she sends them to me periodically.
I scrolled through them.
Underneath some photos were screenshots of text exchanges.
David, Little Sam is walking now.
David, Sam started kindergarten.
David, Sam is asking when youll come to see him.
The most recent one was two months ago:
David, Sam has a fever, I cant handle this alone.
Below it was Davids reply:
Im traveling this week. Ill come see him when I get back.
I put the phone down.
David Miller.
Yes.
You told me you two werent in touch.
He kept his head down.
You call this not in touch?
Its just its just about the boy.
Just about the boy? I smiled. David, do you remember when our son had a fever last week? I called you, and you said you were in a meeting and hung up.
His expression darkened.
You send tender messages to your ex-wifes child, but what about ours?
I didnt
You did. I cut him off. David, you absolutely did. You favor them.
I grabbed my purse.
Where are you going?
To work.
Lily
David, I need to cool off. We will talk about this again tonight.
I walked out the door.
When I reached the corner of our street, I called my best friend, Jess.
Jess, do you know anyone who can help me run a title search on a property?
Whats going on?
I need to find out whose name is actually on that house of Davids ex-wife.
The line was silent for a few seconds.
Lily, are you did you find something out?
Yeah.
Damn it, Jess swore. Ill look into it. Give me a minute.
I hung up the phone and stood on the sidewalk.
The spring air felt cool.
I was contemplating one thing:
If that house really was in the ex-wifes name alone.
Then the $240,000 over five years
I had been paying her mortgage for her?
3
That afternoon, Jess sent me a text.
Found it. The house is in The Heights, 2,000 square feet, registered owner: Sarah Jennings.
Sarah Jennings.
The ex-wifes name.
What about the mortgage details?
Monthly payment is $4,200. Six years paid. Loan applicant is Sarah Jennings, but theres a co-signer on the payments.
Who?
David Miller.
I stared at the screen.
Co-signer.
This meant he wasn't just helping; he was legally designated as a joint payor.
Anything else?
Yeah. The house was bought in 2017, down payment was 0-050,000. Guess where the down payment came from?
Where?
A wire transfer of $75,000, sender: David Miller. The memo says Down Payment Contribution.
I froze.
Seventy-five thousand?
Yup. March 2017. David wired $75,000 to Sarah Jennings, labeled Down Payment.
2017.
They hadn't divorced yet.
I hadn't even met David yet.
Lily, are you okay?
Im fine.
Maybe you should come over?
No. I need to be alone for a bit.
I hung up and sat down on a bench outside my office building.
My mind was a mess.
$75,000 down payment from him.
$4,200 monthly payments from him.
Six years paid off.
Meaning, David and his ex-wife bought the house while they were married, he put up the down payment, and he was the one making the mortgage payments.
But the house was registered only in her name.
And when they divorced, the ex-wife didn't ask for anything but the house.
Ha.
Didn't ask for anything.
Except the house he paid for, and which he was still paying off.
I laughed out loud.
A passerby glanced at me.
I didn't know what I was laughing at.
Maybe I was laughing at my own stupidity.
Five years married, and I thought I had a decent, honest husband.
Low salary, but hard-working and reliable.
$2,000 a month for expensesnot much, but enough to get by.
I never imagined
He was financially supporting another woman.
No, not another woman.
His ex-wife.
What did this even qualify as?
Emotional infidelity? Financial infidelity?
Or had he simply never truly left his first marriage?
My phone rang.
It was David.
Lily, where are you? Mom wants to come over for dinner tonight, can you
David, I cut him off.
Yeah?
Your mother knows youre paying Sarahs mortgage, doesnt she?
He was silent for a few seconds.
She knows.
And what did she say?
She she feels that since I owe Sarah, I have to repay that debt.
Owe her? I laughed bitterly. David, you put up the $75,000 down payment on that house. Did you know that?
He didn't speak.
You knew, didnt you?
Yes.
And you still call it owing her? You put the down payment, you pay the mortgage, the house is in her name, she got the house in the divorce, and you keep paying the mortgagethats you owing her?
Lily, you dont understand
Dont understand what?
I I was the one who first suggested divorce.
I was stunned.
You filed for divorce? You told me she filed!
He paused for a very long time.
I lied to you.
What did you lie about?
I was the one who filed. Because because I had met you.
My head spun.
David Miller, say that again?
I met you first, and then then I filed for divorce.
Are you saying you cheated?
It wasnt cheating! We were just just talking, we hadnt done anything physical!
David.
Yeah?
You told me you divorced Sarah because of irreconcilable differences. You told me she filed for divorce. You told me you didn't cheat.
I paused.
What else have you lied to me about?
Lily, I never meant to deceive you
Never meant to deceive me? I scoffed. David, you lied to me about your salary. How can you have the nerve to say you never meant to deceive me?
I was afraid youd overthink things
Overthink? I stood up. David, you paid your ex-wife a total of $240,000. You gave me a $2,000 allowance a month. You made me budget every penny, and when my mother was hospitalized, you said we were brokewhat do you think Im overthinking?
He kept his head down, speechless.
Your mother doesnt need to come over tonight, I said. I dont want to see anyone.
I hung up the phone.
Sitting on the bench, watching the traffic pass.
Only one thought occupied my mind:
David Miller, who the hell did I marry?

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