That evening, Mark arrived at our doorstep, his expression a mix of determination and regret. We sat down at the kitchen table, the very spot where I’d first seen him with our mortgage contract.
“I owe you an explanation,” he started, his voice steady but tinged with remorse. “R. T. Solutions was my attempt to help you with the refinancing. I thought I could negotiate better terms, but things got complicated.”
My anger flared. “Without telling us? You went behind our backs!” I could barely contain my frustration.
Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, and I’m sorry. It got out of hand, and I didn’t know how to fix it without involving you.”
“And the document you left behind?” my husband asked, his tone softer. “Why did you take it?”
“I was trying to find a way to amend my mistake,” Mark admitted, his gaze finally meeting mine. “I wanted to make things right, but it’s clear I made everything worse.”
His confession didn’t absolve him, but it was a start. We had a long way to go, but at least now we knew the truth.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
