“But it turns out, Ms. Hart is not only paying for her loans. In addition to part of her interest, her principal ’balance’ encompasses payments that are actually being diverted to an unknown account linked to Gavin Johnson, her husband.”
My blood boiled.
I didn’t know how to articulate my emotions. It was hard for me to experience them without putting them into some form of art… but I didn’t need to pick up a paintbrush to convey or express the fact that I was fucking pissed.
Jasper continued, “Cole was able to link each of Gavin’s larger expenses or loans to spikes in Ms. Hart’s interest rates or impromptu requests by Brent Sullivan for early payments or additional payments that were covered up by being classified as miscellaneous fees. It seems to have been a rather imminent pattern of both Ms. Hart and her assistant attempting to clarify where the payments were being allocated; however, the complaints and protests fell on deaf ears as Gavin was made to relay the message.”
Of course they would fall on deaf ears. Gavin isn’t exactly rooting for his wife’s success, as it clearly shows. I’m sure he viewed her concerns as minor or insignificant since they didn’t fit his agenda.
I had always assumed he was weak. A coward. A liar. Spineless. Envious. Jealous. Resentful. A pathetic fucking excuse for a man.
I had never assumed he was a thief. Stealing from his own wife. Drowning her in his debt. Burying her under a mountain of interest while she worked herself to exhaustion, while she sold pieces of herself just to fucking survive.
Maybe an hour had passed, maybe it was five minutes, but both men seemed a bit apprehensive as I stared at the screens silently in my thoughts.
“Gentlemen, could you give us the room for a minute? I think we need a moment to discuss this privately. Please remain in the hall for the time being,” my father requested.
As the men stepped out, I slowly looked over to him.
He seemed to be giving me another one of his signature gazes, indicating to me that he was trying to understand my thoughts, trying to piece together what I could’ve been thinking at the moment.
He rubbed his chin. “You know… I debated whether or not I should’ve asked why, in the middle of the night, you requested I look into Rosenna’s finances—”
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I cut him off.
“Beckham,” he muttered.
“He is such a fucking hypocrite, bashing and berating his wife for taking on too much responsibility when all the while, he’s the one piling onto her never-ending list of problems. That’s fucking rich coming from him.”
“Beckham, we can’t do anything about this. Not yet, at least.”
“Why the hell not?!” I seethed
My father stared at me and my increasingly growing state of rage. By now, I assumed he was well aware my relationship with Rosenna was not too platonic or professional, but I didn’t care. Not right now.
He kept himself poised, a stark contrast to my unhinged anger. When he did answer, his voice was measured and calm, like always.
“If you couldn’t already tell, what we did was entirely illegal from a judge or court perspective. Without solid evidence that reinforces these almost unbelievable claims, we could potentially be bringing Rosenna more harm than good. We’ll have lawyers on the case 24/7 and a private investigator to look more closely at what’s been going on.”
“And what am I supposed to fucking do in the meantime? Just sit back and watch?”
My father leaned back in his chair, the look in his eyes confirming he knew what was going on but he still didn’t explicitly say.
“Well, correct me if I appear to be wrong, son, but you’ve never exactly been one to simply…sitandwatchRosenna. If that were the case, I presume we would be in a much different situation... In the meantime, simply continue to do what you’ve normally been doing. When the time is right, she will know.”
My jaw clenched, but he remained silent. I left the office in a haste, ignoring the turning heads as I entered the elevator.
Leaning my head against the wall as the doors closed, I held the bridge of my nose between my fingers as I sighed.
Now, I was going to have to sit idle as my flower continued her tainted relationship with that worthless excuse of a man? Watch her take in his lies with a heavy heart and go to dinner with him with a forced smile?
I needed to be patient…We needed more evidence before I could tear Gavin to fucking shreds.
But patience had never been my fucking virtue.
In the meantime, simply continue to do what you’ve normally been doing.
Running my hands down my face in thought, I internally laughed at my father’s words.Continue to do what I’ve normally been doing, huh? If that’s the case, I actually wouldn’t mind a little dinner myself.
