The next clue came from somewhere unexpected.
My mother.
She called that morning asking about Nora.
"Is she staying with you?" she asked.
"No."
Silence.
"She hasn't called me in weeks."
That was strange.
Nora used to talk to her every day.
After the call, curiosity pushed me to search old family documents.
Something felt off.
Then I found it.
A file my father left before he died.
Inside was something shocking.
A property document.
Worth more money than I ever imagined.
And the ownership name?
Mine.
Not Nora's.
Not shared.
Just mine.
Suddenly the puzzle pieces clicked.
Daniel didn't marry me for love.
He married me for what I owned.
And Nora?
She helped him.
My own sister.
But one question haunted me.
If this was about money…
Why did Daniel once say he loved me with tears in his eyes?
Was that a lie too?
Or was something else happening?
Could someone fake love for years just for money?