Chapter 4 - The Signature I Never Made
I stared at the folder.
Then I stared at my name.
My hands went cold.
Because underneath my name was a signature.
My signature.
Or something close enough to make my stomach turn.
Andy immediately stepped forward.
“Summer, don’t.”
That was the first thing he said.
Not “It’s fake.”
Not “Someone forged it.”
Just:
“Don’t.”
And somehow, that scared me more.
The woman standing beside him watched my reaction carefully.
She wasn’t angry.
She wasn’t nervous.
She looked like someone who had been waiting a long time for this exact moment.
“Who are you?” I asked.
She looked at Andy.
Then back at me.
“My name is Rachel.”
Andy’s expression changed.
“Rachel, you need to leave.”
“No.”
The answer came instantly.
“I’m done leaving every time you tell me to.”
Evelyn stood behind me.
I could feel her confusion.
“What is happening?”
Rachel opened the folder.
Inside were several documents.
The first page was a contract.
The second page was a financial agreement.
The third page was something that made my chest tighten.
A document with my full legal name.
My address.
My information.
And a signature at the bottom.
“This was submitted six months ago,” Rachel said.
I looked at Andy.
“What is this?”
He didn’t answer.
Rachel continued.
“Andy created a company account using your information.”
My heart sank.
“What?”
“He told investors that you were his business partner.”
I looked back at the document.
“I never signed this.”
Rachel nodded.
“I know.”
The room became silent.
Evelyn covered her mouth.
“You forged her signature?”
Andy’s face turned red.
“Mom, it’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?”
He looked frustrated.
Like we were all making this harder than it needed to be.
“I was protecting our future.”
I laughed.
A short, painful laugh.
“Our future?”
I held up the document.
“You used my name.”
“I was going to fix it.”
“When?”
He looked away.
Again.
The same answer.
Never.
Rachel pulled out another paper.
“This is the part you need to see.”
I took it.
The page showed financial information.
Loans.
Transfers.
Investments.
And one name appeared repeatedly.
Andy.
But not just Andy.
Another name.
A name I had never heard before.
“Who is Michael?” I asked.
Andy froze.
Only for a second.
But everyone saw it.
Evelyn looked at him.
“Andy?”
He remained quiet.
Rachel crossed her arms.
“Michael was the person helping Andy move the money.”
“What money?”
Rachel looked at me.
“The money from your household.”
I felt my throat tighten.
“My household?”
She nodded.
“The money he saved by cutting your budget.”
For a moment, I couldn’t understand.
Then I did.
The seventy-five dollars.
The cheap meals.
The groceries.
The sacrifices.
It wasn’t just arrogance.
It was part of a plan.
Andy had reduced our expenses while using the difference somewhere else.
“You made me believe we were struggling,” I whispered.
Andy looked at me.
“I was trying to build something.”
“No.”
My voice became stronger.
“You were trying to build something with my name.”
He looked angry.
“You’re acting like I betrayed you.”
I stared at him.
“Because you did.”
Nobody spoke.
Even Andy had no response.
Because there was no explanation that could erase what he had done.
Evelyn sat down slowly.
She looked devastated.
“I raised you better than this.”
Andy looked at her.
“You don’t understand.”
“No.”
Her eyes filled with disappointment.
“I understand perfectly.”
That seemed to hurt him.
More than my anger.
More than Rachel exposing him.
Because Andy could handle people being upset.
But he couldn’t handle people losing respect for him.
Rachel closed the folder.
“There’s something else.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
She hesitated.
Then looked at Andy.
“I didn’t come here just because of the documents.”
Andy immediately stepped forward.
“Rachel.”
But she continued.
“I came because he tried to move everything yesterday.”
Evelyn frowned.
“Move what?”
Rachel looked at me.
“Your assets.”
The room went completely silent.
I felt like the floor disappeared beneath me.
“My assets?”
Rachel nodded.
“He started preparing paperwork to separate certain accounts.”
Andy’s face changed.
“That’s not what it was.”
Rachel looked at him.
“Then explain why you contacted a lawyer.”
I turned toward Andy.
“You contacted a lawyer?”
He didn’t answer.
That was enough.
Eight years.
Eight years together.
And while I was figuring out how to make seventy-five dollars last a month…
He was preparing an exit plan.
“I thought we were a team,” I said.
Andy’s expression softened for a moment.
“Summer…”
“No.”
I stepped back.
“Don’t say my name like that.”
Because suddenly, hearing my name from him felt different.
Like it belonged to someone who didn’t know me anymore.
Rachel looked at Evelyn.
“There’s one more thing.”
Evelyn closed her eyes.
“What now?”
Rachel reached into the folder.
She pulled out a photograph.
She placed it on the table.
I looked down.
It was Andy.
Standing outside a building.
Beside him was Michael.
And another person.
A woman.
My stomach tightened.
Because I recognized her.
Not personally.
But from somewhere.
She was the woman whose name had appeared on Andy’s phone months ago.
The woman he claimed was “just a coworker.”
Rachel watched my face.
“You know her?”
I couldn’t speak.
Andy noticed.
And for the first time, real fear appeared in his eyes.
“Summer, listen to me.”
I looked at him.
“Who is she?”
No answer.
“Andy.”
Still nothing.
Evelyn picked up the photo.
Her hands started shaking.
Because she recognized something I didn’t.
“What is this building?” she whispered.
Rachel looked at her.
“The place where Andy created the account.”
Evelyn looked confused.
“No.”
She stared at the photograph.
“That’s impossible.”
“Why?”
Because Evelyn suddenly looked terrified.
Not angry.
Not disappointed.
Terrified.
“That building…”
She slowly looked at Andy.
“Andy, why were you there?”
He said nothing.
And then Evelyn whispered something that made the entire room freeze.
“That’s my father’s old company.”
Nobody moved.
Rachel looked at me.
And I knew from her expression that she had been waiting to reveal the next part.
Because the company wasn’t abandoned.
It wasn’t closed.
Someone had been using it.
Someone with access.
Someone who had a reason to hide everything.
Rachel reached into the folder one last time.
She pulled out a final document.
Then she placed it in front of me.
“This is the original ownership record.”
I looked at the page.
My eyes moved down.
Past the company name.
Past the signatures.
Until I saw the person listed as the current owner.
And my entire body went cold.
Because the name on the document wasn’t Andy.
It wasn’t Michael.
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It was someone I never expected.
Evelyn Oldham.
