Chapter 4: The Secret My Mother Took to Her Grave
My stepmother's smile disappeared when my father asked her to explain what she knew about my mother.
"Vanessa," Dad said slowly, "what documents are you talking about?""
She folded her arms.
"Richard, you're making a terrible mistake.""
"Then explain it.""
She glanced at me.
"Not in front of Emily.""
I almost laughed.
For three years, Vanessa had made decisions about my life, my money, and my future without asking me. Now that the truth was coming out, suddenly I wasn't supposed to hear it.
"I'm standing right here," I said.
Vanessa ignored me.
Dad placed the folder on the patio table.
"You're going to tell us everything.""
She shook her head.
"You don't understand. Your first wife wasn't entirely honest with you.""
My father's expression hardened.
"Be careful.""
"She had secrets, Richard. Financial secrets.""
I looked at the folder.
"What kind of secrets?""
Vanessa took a breath.
"Your mother established another trust before she died. One that wasn't included in the documents you received.""
Dad frowned.
"That's impossible. I handled her estate.""
"Not all of it.""
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then Dad pulled out his phone.
"Call my attorney.""
Vanessa's face changed.
"Richard, don't.""
He ignored her and dialed.
His attorney, Martin Hayes, answered after several rings.
"Richard? It's almost midnight. What's happened?""
Dad put the call on speaker.
"Martin, I need you to answer something. Did my wife establish a second trust for Emily?""
There was a pause.
Then Martin said, "Which trust are you referring to?""
Dad stared at Vanessa.
"The one Vanessa just mentioned.""
Another pause.
"Richard, I think we need to discuss this in person.""
"No. I need an answer now.""
Martin sighed.
"Yes. Your wife established a separate family trust several months before she passed away. It contained assets she inherited from her parents and investments she personally controlled.""
My mouth went dry.
"How much?"" I asked.
Martin was quiet.
Then he answered.
"At the time of the last valuation, approximately $310,000.""
I grabbed the edge of the patio chair.
Three hundred and ten thousand dollars.
My mother had left me that much money, and I had spent years working weekends at a bakery to afford a $320 dress.
Dad looked stunned.
"Why didn't I know about this?""
"Because your wife instructed me to keep the trust documents confidential until Emily reached eighteen. She wanted to ensure the funds were protected from anyone who might attempt to influence her.""
Vanessa suddenly spoke.
"That's ridiculous. I was her stepmother. I had every right to know.""
Martin's voice became firm.
"No, Mrs. Carter. You did not.""
Dad closed his eyes briefly.
"Martin, can you send me copies of everything?""
"I can. But Richard, there's another issue.""
"What?""
"The trust administrator contacted me three weeks ago. Someone submitted a request to change the beneficiary.""
Dad stood up.
"Change it to whom?""
Martin hesitated.
"Kayla Carter.""
Kayla's mouth fell open.
Vanessa immediately interrupted.
"That's a lie!""
Martin continued.
"The application included Emily's supposed signature and a notarized authorization.""
I felt sick.
"I never signed anything.""
"I understand," Martin said.
"That's why the request was rejected.""
Dad looked at Vanessa.
"Did you forge my daughter's signature?""
Vanessa started pacing.
"I was protecting this family!""
"Answer me!""
She suddenly pointed at me.
"Your daughter was never supposed to receive that much money without guidance! She's irresponsible!""
I stared at her.
"Responsible enough to work for everything I have.""
Kayla crossed her arms.
"Mom was only trying to make things fair.""
I turned toward her.
"Fair? You got my dress. You got my money.
You got the car. What else did you want?""
Kayla looked away.
Then Martin spoke again.
"Richard, I recommend that you secure all original documents immediately. There may be additional fraudulent activity.""
Dad agreed and ended the call.
For several seconds, he stared at the table.
Then he turned toward Vanessa.
"You're leaving tonight.""
She shook her head.
"You can't throw me out.""
"This is my house.""
"Our house!""
"My mother's property paid for part of it. And apparently, you've been trying to sell that too.""
Vanessa grabbed her purse.
"Fine. But don't expect me to leave without what belongs to me.""
Dad pointed toward the front door.
"Take your personal belongings. Nothing else.""
She marched inside.
Kayla followed, crying.
I remained in the backyard, staring at the ashes of my graduation dress.
Dad came beside me.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart.""
I looked at him.
"How long did you know she was treating me like this?""
He didn't answer immediately.
That silence hurt more than I expected.
"I knew there were arguments," he finally said.
"I didn't know it had gone this far.""
"You never asked.""
His eyes filled.
"You're right.""
Before I could respond, a loud crash came from upstairs.
Then Kayla screamed.
"Mom! The safe is open!""
Dad's head snapped toward the house.
"What safe?""
Vanessa appeared at the top of the stairs holding a small metal box.
And when she saw my father looking up, she dropped it.
The lid flew open.
Inside were dozens of documents.
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Including a photograph of my mother holding me as a baby.
And beneath it was a sealed envelope with my name written in her handwriting.
