My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

“Michael and Eleanor are being charged with attempted financial fraud and identity theft. The prosecutor thinks it’s a strong case given the hospital records showing you were sedated.”

“Will I have to testify?”

“Probably. But not for a while. These things take months to work through the system.”

I leaned back against my headboard. “What about the house? The one they tried to buy?”

“The real estate transaction was voided. The sellers kept the earnest money—about five thousand dollars—as compensation for the wasted time.”

“Where did they get five thousand dollars?”

James was quiet for a moment. “Eleanor took out a loan against her own property. She was that confident the fraud would work.”

So she’d bet her own financial security on stealing mine. And lost.

I should have felt satisfaction. Maybe even joy.

Instead, I just felt tired.

“When will the divorce be final?” I asked.

“Six weeks if everything goes smoothly. Probably less given the circumstances.”

Six weeks until I was free. It felt like both forever and not nearly long enough.

After I hung up, I sat staring at my phone. All those years with Michael felt like someone else’s life now.

Had any of it been real? Had he ever actually loved me?

Or had I just been a convenient source of income? A financially stable woman with a good job and savings he could eventually access?

My father knocked softly on my door. “Emma? There’s someone here to see you.”

I tensed. “If it’s Michael—”

“It’s not. It’s your friend Sarah.”

Sarah. My best friend from college. The one who’d warned me about Michael’s mother. The one I’d stopped talking to as much after I got married because Eleanor had said she was “a bad influence.”

I’d let Michael and his mother isolate me so gradually I hadn’t even noticed it happening.

I went downstairs. Sarah stood in the entryway, holding a bag from my favorite bakery.

The moment she saw me, her eyes filled with tears.

“I heard,” she said simply. “About the baby. About Michael. All of it.”

I’d been holding myself together pretty well. But seeing Sarah—seeing genuine love and concern in someone’s eyes—broke something loose.

We sat on my father’s couch and I told her everything. The whole terrible story.

Sarah listened without interrupting. When I finished, she was quiet for a long moment.

“I want to say I’m shocked,” she finally said. “But I’m not. Eleanor always gave me terrible vibes. And Michael… he changed after you got married.”

“Changed how?”