I didn’t go to the reception hall with the others.
I closed his office door behind me. “Did Thomas leave a letter for me? One you were meant to give me right after he died?”
Caldwell frowned. “There is no such letter. I’ve been through all of his papers.”
“That means Elena did lie… What about his divorce? Were the documents filed incorrectly?”
“Of course not! I handled the paperwork myself.”
I felt a massive wave of relief, but it was followed by biting anger. “Then why would Elena say it wasn’t? Why would she lie like that at her own father’s funeral?”
Caldwell sighed and opened a drawer. “I wasn’t going to bring this up until next week, but I think you need to see it.”
“That means Elena did lie.”
“Elena’s inheritance was conditional.” He slid a document across the mahogany desk. “Thomas left Elena a separate trust. It’s a significant amount of money, but she can only access it if she divorces her current husband.”
Suddenly, everything made sense.
“Thomas never did like that man, but this seems like a low blow.” I sank into a chair.
“Thomas believed he was draining her financially. He told me he refused to fund that man’s lifestyle, and that he’d be darned if he’d enable Elena to do it.” Caldwell sighed again. “But Elena never filed for divorce.”
Suddenly, everything made sense.
“If she doesn’t file within a month, the trust dissolves, and the money goes to the primary estate. Which means it stays with you.”
The pieces finally clicked together.
“So if I were to give up my inheritance voluntarily because I think the marriage was fake…”
“Elena gets everything,” Caldwell finished the thought for me. “She wouldn’t have to meet the condition of the trust. She was trying to bypass her father’s wishes by tricking you.”
I stood. “I need copies of all of this. Right now.”
The pieces finally clicked together.
