The Rise Of The Betrayed Luna (Amorah and Holmes) novel Chapter 35

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“Mortgage Payment Reminder: $8,000 due this month. Payment account: Linnea Ford”

I stared at the text that popped up on my husband’s phone screen.

Linnea Ford.

His ex–wife’s name.

“Eight grand?” I held the screen up to his face. “Who the hell are you paying?”

Tristan s face went pale.

“Everly, I can explain…”

“Explain what?” I cut him off. “We’ve been married five years. You told me you make seven thousand a month. You give me two grand for groceries and bills.”

I actually laughed.

“So where does the other $5,000 go? Wait–no. Eight thousand. What the hell do you actually make?”

He didn’t say a word.

I stared at him, something cold settling in my chest.

Five years of marriage. And I just found out my husband’s been paying his ex–wife’s mortgage this whole fucking time.

I stared at that text for three solid minutes,

“Mortgage Payment Reminder: $8,000 due this month. Payment account: Linnea Ford. Remaining balance: $870,000. Remaining

term: 15 years.”

Linnea Ford, Tristan Cross’s ex–wife, was the woman he divorced six years ago.

“Everly, listen…” Tristan reached for his phone.

I stepped back.

“Listen to what?”

“There’s a reason for this.”

“What reason?”

He didn’t answer.

I stared at the man in front of me.

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We’d been married five years, and our son Theo was three.

I thought we were a family.

“Tristan.” I said his name slowly How much do you actually make?”

“Seven… seven thousand.”

“Bullshit.”

I opened his mobile banking app.

There was an automatic transfer set up on his salary account.

Every 15th of the month. $8,000. Recipient: Linnea Ford.

Date created: March 2019.

March 2019.

We got married in February 2019.

Which means from the second month of our marriage, he’d been paying Linnea’s mortgage.

“Five years.” My voice came out flat. “Five goddamn years.”

Tristan kept his head down.

“How much?” I demanded.

He stayed quiet.

I did the math myself.

$8,000 times 12. That’s $96,000.

$96,000 times 5. That’s $480,000.

Four hundred and eighty thousand dollars.

“Four hundred and eighty thousand.” I said it out loud. “You’ve paid $480,000 toward her mortgage.”

Tristan finally looked up.

“Everly, I owe her.”

I froze.

“What did you just say?”

“When we divorced, I was the one who fucked up.” He said. “We bought that house together. It’s in her name. I walked away with nothing, but I promised I’d help with the mortgage.”

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“You PROMISED you’d help her?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why the hell did you marry me?

“Tristan, why did you marry me?” My voice got louder. “If you owe her. If you’re paying her mortgage. Why drag me into this? Why make me pinch every penny?”

“Everly, please…”

“Two thousand dollars a month!” I cut him off. “You give me two grand for expenses and expect me to stretch every penny! I buy the cheapest groceries. I wait for sales to get Theo clothes!”

I let out a bitter laugh.

“I thought you didn’t make much. I thought we were struggling. I never complained. Not once.”

“I know…”

“You know WHAT?” I stared at him. “Do you have any fucking idea what these five years have been like for me? My mom was in the

hospital. I asked you for five thousand dollars. You said we didn’t have it. So I borrowed it myself.”

“That time… I really couldn’t-”

“Couldn’t what?” I laughed. “You send your precious ex–wife eight grand every month and you tell me you couldn’t spare five

thousand?”

Tristan went quiet.

The living room fell silent.

I stood there, looking at this man I’d spent five years with.

His face felt completely unfamiliar–as if I didn’t know him at all.

“How much do you actually make?” I asked.

He pressed his lips together.

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