Chapter 23 - REBECCA? NO. THE WOMAN’S LAST MESSAGE
The woman Duncan planned to marry never contacted me socially.
Good.
One final communication came through lawyers after the financial case.
She had found a storage box Duncan left at her apartment.
Inside:
Brochures for schools.
Real-estate listings.
A jeweler receipt.
A printed note in Duncan’s handwriting:
House after S leaves.
Refi development.
Wedding by spring.
Baby issue must resolve first.
No date.
No explanation.
Could prosecutors use it to prove he planned miscarriage?
No.
“Baby issue” remained ambiguous.
Family court considered it as part of risk context.
No dramatic new charge.
The box also contained:
A copy of the false marital asset schedule.
Highlighted.
House.
Cash equalization.
Investment pool.
He had shown her.
That confirmed the story he sold.
Not ownership truth.
Fantasy.
She gave the box to counsel.
Then sent one sentence to me:
I’m sorry I believed a future that required you to disappear.
I did not answer.
But I kept the sentence in my mind.
Not because she owed me poetry.
Because it described Duncan perfectly.
He built plans that required other people to become obstacles.
Me.
The baby.
Dad.
Lenders.
Even her, eventually.
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He kept trying to simplify life by removing whoever complicated his preferred outcome.
That was never love.
