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The Daughter They Never Wanted / Chapter 14 / 15

Chapter 14: The Last Family Secret

I thought I had run out of ways to be hurt.

I was wrong.

The photograph sat on the screen.

Claire.

My mother.

Together.

Walking into Bennett Holdings.

Working together.

I felt like the ground had disappeared.

“No.””

The word came out automatically.

My father looked at me.

“Emily.””

I shook my head.

“No.””

I pointed at the screen.

“That’s not possible.””

My mother had always been the gentle one.

The person who told me family came first.

The person who held me when I cried.

The person who defended me when Claire and I fought as children.

She couldn’t be part of this.

She couldn’t.

My father’s face was devastated.

“I need to talk to her.””

I looked at him.

“Did you know?””

He looked hurt.

“No.””

For some reason, I believed him.

My father had lied by hiding information.

But this pain on his face was real.

Daniel stepped closer.

“Emily…”

I turned toward him.

“What?””

He hesitated.

“I’m sorry.””

I almost smiled.

The apology had become meaningless.

Everyone was sorry after the damage was done.

My father’s phone rang.

He answered.

“Hello?””

Everyone watched his expression change.

Then he looked at me.

“It’s your mother.””

My heart stopped.

“What?””

“She wants to talk.””

I stared at the phone.

I didn’t want to answer.

Part of me was afraid.

Because once I heard her voice, I couldn’t pretend anymore.

Finally, I took it.

“Mom?””

Silence.

Then:

“Emily.””

Her voice sounded tired.

Not guilty.

Tired.

“Why?””

That was all I could say.

A quiet breath.

“Because I was afraid.””

I closed my eyes.

“Afraid of what?””

“Losing everything.””

I looked at my father.

“Did Claire convince you?””

“No.””

The answer surprised me.

“No?””

My mother’s voice cracked.

“I convinced myself.””

I didn’t understand.

“Mom…”

She continued.

“Your grandfather built Bennett Holdings for his children.””

“Yes.””

“And when he died, he left control to you and Claire.””

I knew that.

“So?””

A long pause.

“I was afraid Claire would destroy herself trying to beat you.””

My chest tightened.

“So you helped her?””

“No.””

Her voice became desperate.

“I tried to control it.””

I laughed bitterly.

“By helping them destroy my life?””

“No.””

“Then explain.””

Silence.

Then my mother said:

“I knew about Daniel.””

Everything stopped.

I felt cold.

“How long?””

“Before your wedding.””

My father closed his eyes.

I looked at him.

He didn’t know.

Nobody knew.

Except her.

“Mom…”

“I thought I could fix it.””

“Fix what?””

“The agreement.””

My hands shook.

“You knew Daniel married me for the company.””

“Yes.””

The honesty hurt more than a lie.

“Why didn’t you tell me?””

My mother cried quietly.

“Because I was afraid you would leave him.””

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You wanted me to stay with a man who was using me?””

“No.””

“Then what?””

Her voice broke.

“I wanted you to have a family.””

The words cut deeper.

Because they sounded like love.

But they weren’t.

Not the kind I needed.

Love wasn’t protecting someone from the truth.

Love was trusting them with it.

My mother whispered:

“I made a mistake.””

I looked at Claire’s picture.

At Daniel.

At Margaret.

At all the people who had made mistakes with my life.

“No.””

My voice was calm.

“You made a choice.””

Nobody spoke.

Then my mother said something that changed everything.

“Emily, listen to me.””

I waited.

“Claire doesn’t know everything.””

“What do you mean?””

“There’s a reason Thomas chose her.””

I frowned.

“Why?””

My mother’s voice dropped.

“Because Claire is not the real heir.””

My heart stopped.

“What?””

My father looked at me.

My mother continued:

“The original trust was changed years ago.””

I could barely breathe.

“Changed how?””

A pause.

Then:

“Your grandfather left the controlling interest to the daughter who valued people over power.””

I stared at my father.

“No.””

My mother whispered:

“Emily, the company was never supposed to belong to Claire.””

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The silence was overwhelming.

“It was always yours.””

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