For years, I trusted my husband, Mason, as he assured me he was paying off our car loan of $1,500 a month.
I believed him until his brother, Albert, knocked on my door with a truth that changed everything.It was a rainy afternoon when Albert confessed. He told me there was no car loan—it was Mason’s brother’s car, paid off seven years ago.
And the money Mason was supposedly using for the car? It was going to someone else: Beverly, his other partner.
