I Took Off The Dress And Took Back My Life Chapter 06

I Took Off The Dress And Took Back My Life Chapter 06

“Guess where the six million went?” 

Jordan Blake slapped a bank statement down 

in front of me. 

After the six million left Julian’s account, it 

went into an individual account named 

“Tabitha Rose.” 

“Who is Tabitha Rose?” 

“Scarlett’s mother. The money stayed in 

Tabitha’s account for four hours before 

being transferred out in three portions. $1.8 

million went straight to a back–room 

gambling den called The Rusty Spur to cover debts. Another $2 million was dumped into 

Scarlett’s personal E–Trade account. As for 

the last $2.2 million? It was gone by the next morning, spent on a fully–loaded Cadillac 

Escalade for Jax.” 

“Whose name is the car in?” 

“Jax Rose.” 

I leaned back in my chair. The six million. 

Julian had nearly ruined himself to borrow 

went toward gambling debts, stocks, and a 

car. Not a single cent had anything to do 

with a Porsche owner. 

Because there never was a Porsche owner. 

“What’s your plan?” Jordan asked. 

“The bank has already received the 

materials. The signature verification report 

is out; it doesn’t match the signature I have 

on file. The loan contract is void, and the 

bank will recover the six million from 

Julian.” 

Sure enough, that afternoon, Scarlett called. 

Gone was the grievance and weakness; her 

voice was like a blade forced from its sheath. 

“Audrey, what did you say to Julian? He’s 

checking the six–million–dollar records-” 

“I only told him to check. Whatever he finds 

is for him to see.” 

“You did this on purpose.” 

“On purpose? Telling him the truth?” 

She was silent for a few seconds, then 

suddenly softened again. 

“Audrey, my brother does have gambling 

debts, that was unavoidable. I’ll explain 

where the money went to Julian later. But 

please don’t go to the police–if my brother goes to jail, my mother won’t survive it…” 

Another formula. Admit a small part of the 

mistake, shift the conflict, and finally play 

the family card. 

“Scarlett, whether or not to go to the police. 

isn’t up to me. Julian is the one who forged 

the signature, and the bank’s process is 

already moving.” 

“You can stop them! Tell the bank it was a 

misunderstanding-” 

“It wasn’t a misunderstanding.” 

The other end was quiet for a long time. 

Then she suddenly became abnormally calm. 

“Audrey, you’re pushing too hard. You know I’m pregnant right now, I can’t have emotional stress-” 

“That pregnancy test you showed me, did it have your name on it? Have you had an ultrasound? Is there a prenatal record?” 

She didn’t answer. 

I hung up the phone. 

That evening, Julian came. Not to my loft door–he couldn’t get in with the digital 

lock. He stood outside my office building and waited until I finished overtime. 

He looked completely hollowed out, dark 

circles under his eyes, unshaven. 

“Audrey.” 

“Speak.” 

“The six million… I checked.” 

“Mhm.” 

“One point eight million in gambling debts, 

two million into her stock account, two point 

two million for a car.” 

“Mhm.” 

“There was no Porsche owner.” 

“Mhm.” 

He stood under the streetlight, his shadow 

stretched long and twisted. 

“I was conned.” 

I looked at him and said nothing. 

“Audrey, I’m sorry. I was stupid, I was blind –can you give me a chance? I’ll get the money back, and I’ll take all the 

consequences for the signature myself-” 

“What do you have to pay it back with? The wedding house is already mortgaged, and you have nothing else in your name. Scarlett’s stocks have likely taken a hit, and 

Jax’s car was probably transferred long ago. You think you can get it back?” 

He had nothing to say. 

“Also, Scarlett said she’s pregnant with your child; is it true?” 

“She says so.” 

“Have you gone to the hospital to check?” 

“I told her to go… she said she was too upset and didn’t want to go-” 

“So you believed her word again. Just like 

you believed the story about the Porsche.” 

He was so choked up he couldn’t utter at 

word. 

“Julian, go find out the truth. After you’ve found out, then come say sorry to me.” 

I turned and walked away. 

He shouted my name behind me. 

I didn’t look back. 

“Audrey–if the child is fake… can you not 

go to the police?” 

My footsteps paused for a moment. 

“No.”