Chapter 4: The Letter My Father Left Behind
“My father didn’t die from an accident.””
Nick’s words hung in the air.
Nobody moved.
Not the guests.
Not the staff.
Not even Martha.
The woman who had controlled every room she entered suddenly looked like someone who had nowhere left to hide.
I stared at my husband.
“Nick…”
He looked down at the letter again.
His hands were shaking.
“What does this mean?””
Martha stepped forward.
“Give me the letter.””
Nick immediately pulled it away.
“No.””
“Nick, you don’t understand what you’re reading.””
“Then explain it.””
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
That silence said more than any confession could.
Rebecca moved closer.
“Your father knew Martha was capable of terrible things.””
Martha snapped her head toward her sister.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.””
Rebecca’s expression didn’t change.
“I know exactly what happened.””
Nick looked at Rebecca.
“What happened to my father?””
She took a slow breath.
“Your father discovered Martha was moving money from the family business.””
A wave of whispers moved through the room.
Martha immediately shook her head.
“That’s ridiculous.””
Nick looked at her.
“Is it?””
She looked offended.
“How can you believe her over me?””
He laughed once.
But there was no humor in it.
“Because you cut my wife’s hair in front of 150 people and called it a tradition.””
Nobody defended her.
Not anymore.
Rebecca continued.
“Your father planned to confront her. He wanted to protect the company and protect you.””
Nick looked at the letter.
“What did he write?””
He swallowed.
Then he read quietly.
“My son, if you are reading this, it means Martha has tried to control a choice that belongs to you.””
His face tightened.
I felt a chill.
Because that was exactly what she had done.
Nick kept reading.
“Do not let anyone convince you that love must be earned through wealth, status, or obedience.””
His eyes lifted toward me.
I looked away, fighting tears.
Because those words weren’t just about me.
They were about every time Martha made me feel like I wasn’t enough.
Nick continued.
“Your mother taught me something I never forgot. A person’s value is not measured by what they own, but by what they give when nobody is watching.””
Rebecca looked at me.
“Your mother was that kind of person.””
I wiped my face.
“My mother never told me any of this.””
“She wouldn’t,” Rebecca said softly.
“She wasn’t looking for recognition.””
Martha suddenly laughed.
A sharp, bitter sound.
“You all want to make me the villain.””
Nick turned toward her.
“You paid Charlotte’s family to ruin my wedding.””
“That wasn’t what it was.””
“What was it then?””
She hesitated.
“I was trying to protect you.””
I stared at her.
“By destroying me?””
She looked at me.
“You don’t understand the world we come from.””
That sentence broke something inside me.
Because even now, after everything, she still believed she was above everyone else.
Nick stepped between us.
“Stop.””
Martha looked at him.
“Nick—”
“No.””
His voice was quiet.
But firm.
“You spent years making Emily feel like she didn’t belong.””
“I was trying to help you.””
“You were trying to control me.””
The room went silent again.
Then Rebecca reached into her briefcase.
“There’s one more thing.””
Martha’s face changed.
“No.””
Rebecca removed a small folder.
Nick looked at it.
“What is that?””
“Your father’s final investigation.””
Martha went pale.
“Rebecca.””
But Rebecca opened the folder.
Inside were bank records.
Emails.
Photographs.
Nick looked through them.
His expression became darker with every page.
“What am I looking at?””
Rebecca answered.
“Proof that your mother wasn’t just trying to end your wedding.””
My stomach tightened.
“What else was she doing?””
Rebecca looked at me.
“She was preparing to make sure Emily had nothing after the marriage.””
I froze.
Nick looked up.
“What?””
Martha didn’t speak.
Rebecca continued.
“She knew about the trust. She knew your father left Emily as the beneficiary.””
Nick stared at his mother.
“So you tried to stop the wedding because of the money.””
Martha finally exploded.
“Because you don’t understand!””
Her voice echoed through the hall.
Everyone flinched.
“You think Emily is innocent? You think she just happened to appear in our lives?””
I felt cold.
“What are you saying?””
Martha looked directly at me.
“She wasn’t supposed to meet you.””
Nick frowned.
“What does that mean?””
Martha’s breathing became uneven.
Then she said something that made my blood run cold.
“Emily wasn’t the person your father originally chose.””
Rebecca’s face changed.
Like she had just heard something she never expected.
Nick stared.
“What are you talking about?””
Martha smiled faintly.
A dangerous smile.
“The trust was never meant for Emily.””
She looked at me.
“It was meant for someone else.””
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And then she said a name.
A name that made Rebecca drop the folder in her hands.
