Chapter 12: The Secret Hidden in Clara’s Name
Daniel left the boardroom without another word.
That alone shocked everyone.
A man who always needed the final sentence.
A man who never admitted defeat.
Walked away.
Michael followed him outside briefly.
When he returned, his expression was different.
“What happened?””
He closed the door behind him.
“Daniel’s private account was found.””
I remembered Lauren’s warning.
The account under Clara’s name.
“What did they find?””
Michael looked at me.
“Something much bigger than we expected.””
The room became quiet.
He placed a file on the table.
“Daniel created an account using Clara’s information.””
I felt sick.
“My daughter?””
“Yes.””
“Why?””
Michael opened the file.
“Because he planned to move money through her name.””
I stared at the documents.
He had used my newborn daughter.
Not just me.
Not just our marriage.
Clara.
The baby he claimed he wanted.
The baby he ignored.
“He was going to use her as a shield.””
Michael nodded.
“He believed nobody would question an account connected to a child.””
I closed my eyes.
For a moment, I couldn’t speak.
Then I remembered Daniel standing in the hospital.
Holding Lauren.
Telling me I needed to collect my belongings.
He looked so certain.
So powerful.
He thought he had already won.
But he never understood one thing.
I wasn’t fighting for revenge.
I was fighting for my daughter.
That evening, Daniel came to my apartment again.
But this time, he looked different.
Broken.
I opened the door but didn’t invite him inside.
“What do you want?””
He looked at me.
“Rebecca, we need to talk.””
“You’ve said that before.””
“This is different.””
I waited.
He swallowed.
“I made mistakes.””
I almost smiled.
“Mistakes?””
“Yes.””
“You abandoned your wife during labor.””
His eyes lowered.
“I know.””
“You brought another woman to my hospital room.””
“I know.””
“You tried to take my daughter.””
His face tightened.
“I was scared.””
I stared at him.
“Of what?””
He looked at me.
“Losing everything.””
There it was.
The truth.
Not love.
Not regret.
Fear.
“You never loved me the way I loved you.””
He didn’t answer.
Because he knew.
I closed the door.
But before I could lock it, he said something that made me stop.
“Rebecca.””
I looked back.
“There’s something else your grandmother never told you.””
My hand froze.
“What?””
His voice dropped.
“Your grandmother didn’t just investigate me.””
I waited.
“She investigated your father.””
My heart stopped.
“My father?””
Daniel nodded.
“She knew something about your family.””
I stared at him.
“What are you talking about?””
He stepped closer.
“Ask Michael.””
Then he walked away.
I stood there for a long time.
Because Daniel had lied to me.
Again and again.
But there was one thing I knew.
He also knew how to find the one thing that could hurt me.
The next morning, I went straight to Michael’s office.
He saw my face.
And immediately knew.
“What happened?””
I closed the door.
“Daniel said my grandmother investigated my father.””
Michael became silent.
Too silent.
My stomach tightened.
“You know something.””
He looked away.
“Rebecca…”
“Tell me.””
A long pause.
Then Michael opened a drawer.
He pulled out an old envelope.
One I had never seen before.
My name was written across the front.
But the handwriting wasn’t my grandmother’s.
It was my father’s.
Michael placed it in front of me.
And whispered:
“Your grandmother told me never to give this to you unless Daniel discovered the truth first.””
I stared at the envelope.
My father had been gone for twenty-five years.
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So why…
Why was he leaving me a message now?
