Chapter 8 - The Foreclosure
"You set a trap!" Arthur yelled, slamming his fist on the table again, but there was no power left in his voice. It was just desperate, pathetic panic. "You intentionally approved a predatory loan for your own sister's husband just to ruin them!"
"Trevor came to my company, Dad," Stella said, her dark eyes completely void of mercy. "He submitted the application. He signed the contract. He hid his massive debts from his wife. I just approved the paperwork."
Cara completely broke down. The beautiful, six-bedroom colonial in the Heights, the ultimate symbol of her golden-child status, was a massive, crushing lie. She didn't own it. Her failure of a husband didn't own it. Her scapegoat sister owned it.
"Stella, please," Cara begged, tears streaming down her face, entirely abandoning her pride. She reached across the table, her hands shaking. "Please, don't do this. I've already invited all my friends to the housewarming party next week. If you foreclose on us, we'll be homeless! I'll be a laughingstock!"
"You should have thought about that before you spent the last hour mocking my tiny apartment," Stella replied coldly.
She reached into her burgundy sweater and pulled out a second folded document. She tossed it onto the table.
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"The balloon payment was due yesterday," Stella stated. "You defaulted."
👉 What exactly is written on the second document Stella just threw onto the table?
