Chapter 10: The Night Everything Changed
I read Mark Parker’s message over and over.
*She wasn’t supposed to die that night.*
The words felt impossible.
For two years, I had lived with the same painful memory.
The phone call.
The hospital.
The doctor’s expression.
The moment they told me Ethan’s mother was gone.
An accident.
That was what everyone said.
A tragic accident.
But now Mark was telling me there was more.
Ethan noticed my face.
“Dad?””
I locked my phone.
“Something happened.””
“What?””
I looked at him.
I wanted to protect him.
I wanted to tell him that everything was okay.
But I had spent two years believing a lie.
I couldn’t do that anymore.
“Your mother’s death may not have been an accident.””
Ethan froze.
“What?””
Vanessa covered her mouth.
“No…”
I looked at her.
“You knew something?””
She immediately shook her head.
“No. I swear.””
But I saw the fear in her eyes.
Not guilt.
Recognition.
“Vanessa.””
She sat down.
“I remember that night.””
The room went quiet.
“Then tell me.””
She looked at Ethan.
“I never told you because I was afraid.””
“Afraid of what?””
She swallowed.
“Because I saw James outside the hospital.””
My chest tightened.
“James?””
She nodded.
“He wasn’t supposed to be there.””
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
“Because he told me not to.””
I stared at her.
“And you listened?””
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I didn’t know what he was capable of.””
I turned away.
For years, I had trusted James.
I had defended him.
And while I was grieving, he had been hiding things from me.
My phone rang.
Mark.
I answered immediately.
“Why did you send that message?””
There was silence.
Then Mark said:
“Because you deserve to know the truth.””
“Then tell me.””
“I can’t over the phone.””
“Why?””
“Because someone is monitoring my communications.””
I looked at Detective Miller.
She was standing nearby.
“What do you know?””
Mark lowered his voice.
“Your wife wasn’t the mastermind.””
I glanced at Vanessa.
“Who was?””
A pause.
Then:
“Someone who had access to your business, your finances, and your family.””
My jaw tightened.
“James.””
“No.””
I froze.
“No?””
Mark whispered:
“James was only following instructions.””
My stomach dropped.
“From who?””
Before he could answer, the call disconnected.
I immediately called back.
No response.
Detective Miller looked at me.
“That was not normal.””
“No.””
She picked up her phone.
“I’ll have officers check his location.””
Ten minutes later, we received the report.
Mark Parker’s office was empty.
His car was abandoned.
And his phone was found inside.
Someone had taken him.
The same person who was still ahead of us.
That night, I barely slept.
Every memory felt different.
Every conversation.
Every smile.
Every person I trusted.
The next morning, Detective Miller arrived with new information.
“We found something from the original accident report.””
She placed a file on the table.
“It was incomplete.””
I opened it.
There were missing pages.
“Who removed these?””
She looked at me.
“Someone with access.””
I flipped through the papers.
Then I saw it.
A handwritten note.
Not from the police.
From Ethan’s mother.
My hands trembled.
“She left this?””
Detective Miller nodded.
“It was found inside the vehicle but never added to the official report.””
I read the note.
*If anything happens to me, do not trust the person who says they are helping you.*
My heart pounded.
There was more.
*They will try to make Richard believe it was his fault. They will use Ethan’s inheritance as the final step.*
I stopped.
The final step.
Someone had planned this years ago.
Someone had been waiting.
Then Ethan pointed at the page.
“Dad.””
I looked.
At the bottom was a symbol.
A small mark.
A circle with a line through it.
I recognized it immediately.
Because I had seen it before.
On James’ documents.
On Mark’s paperwork.
And on the company files.
It wasn’t a random symbol.
It was a signature.
A message from whoever was behind everything.
Detective Miller leaned closer.
“What is that?””
I whispered:
“I don’t know.””
Then my phone buzzed.
A new message.
No number.
Just a photo.
It showed Ethan’s mother.
Standing alive.
Three days before her death.
And beside her was the person she feared most.
My hands went cold.
Because I knew that face.
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Everyone knew that face.
It was someone I had invited into my home.
