Chapter 13 - The Mortgage That Didn't Exist
Jessica placed the photocopy on the dining table.
It was a loan agreement.
Secured by my house.
For $240,000.
My name appeared at the bottom.
So did Matthew's.
For one terrifying second, I thought the room tilted.
“I never signed this.”
Jessica leaned back. “You keep saying that about a lot of things lately.”
I ignored her and looked at Matthew.
“Did you sign this?”
He stared at the paper.
“Yes.”
“As what?”
“Co-borrower.”
“You cannot pledge a house you don't own.”
“The lender was told the title transfer was pending.”
I turned to Jessica. “There is no title transfer.”
“Maybe not yet.”
I called Evelyn immediately.
Within an hour, we learned the truth.
The document was not a completed mortgage. It was a private bridge-loan agreement contingent on proof that Matthew obtained authority over my property within sixty days.
The lender had advanced $60,000 anyway based on personal guarantees from Matthew and Jessica.
The deadline was twelve days away.
That was the pressure behind everything.
If they failed to gain control, the loan came due with penalties they could not pay.
“Who gives someone sixty thousand dollars against a house they don't own?” I asked Evelyn.
“A lender who charges enough interest to make bad judgment profitable.”
We notified the lender in writing that I had never authorized any lien, transfer, or pledge.
That should have calmed me.
Instead, it terrified me.
Desperate people become more dangerous as deadlines shrink.
The next day, Matthew disappeared for six hours.
When he came back, he carried one duffel bag.
“Where is Jessica?” I asked.
“She left.”
“With what?”
“Some clothes.”
“Where?”
“I don't know.”
I studied his face.
“You expect me to believe that?”
He put the duffel down.
“No.”
At least that was honest.
“She took the loan money,” he said. “What's left of it.”
“How much?”
“About twenty-seven thousand.”
I felt no satisfaction.
Only exhaustion.
“What does she plan to do?”
“I don't know.”
Then the doorbell rang.
A process server stood outside.
He handed me a thick packet.
Jessica had filed for an emergency protective guardianship order.
Attached to her petition were sworn statements from three people.
One was Dr. Aaron Cole.
One was Jessica.
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And the third was my son.
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