My fiancé called me one Saturday morning. He sounded desperate. He said he needed $25,000 to save his business. He promised he’d repay me within six months. I told him I didn’t have that much cash. Then he reminded me about our parents’ inheritance. My share was still sitting untouched. He said: “It’s family. I’m not asking for free money.” I agreed. We signed a loan agreement. I transferred the money. He thanked me. For six months, everything seemed normal. Then he stopped answering my calls. I went to his business. The doors were locked. The building was empty. I called his lawyer. The lawyer told me the company had been sold. I asked who bought it. He gave me the name. It was another company. I looked up the owner. It was my fiancé’s girlfriend. I called her. She said my fiancé had left the country. I asked about my $25,000. She said: “That money was never a loan.” I reminded her about the agreement. She laughed. Then she sent me a copy. I opened it…