He Spent Millions In My Name

Summary

When Derek blocked me six years ago, I never imagined it would lead to this exact moment.

The manila collection envelope was resting dead-center on my desk. One of my coworkers had signed for it at reception.

I sliced it open. The contents made the blood freeze in my veins.

Seven loans. Added together, they totaled a staggering $285,400.

The borrower’s name was mine. The Social Security Number was a perfect match.

But the signature. I stared at the ink for five full seconds. It was a terrifyingly good mimicry of my handwriting, but it absolutely wasn’t mine.