But the truth was simple: I was only ever the first half of his story. The moment the Prescott family went bankrupt and Fiona Prescott came back from abroad, his heart and soul belonged to her.
I looked into my father's bewildered eyes, closed mine, and drew a long breath.
"Dad, what if I told you I've had the same dream three nights in a row? Would you believe me?"
"In the dream, I married Dominic Calloway across two lifetimes. In the first, he felt sorry for Fiona and funneled Calloway Group money and shares to help her rebuild the Prescott empire. I fought him tooth and nail, threatened divorce, but behind my back he was siphoning off clients and capital to prop her up. By the time I found out, the Calloway Group was a hollow shell drowning in debt. I died in prison."
"In the second life, I refused his demands and seized control of the company myself. I thought I could protect the Henson family that way. But he implanted Fiona's fertilized embryo into my womb without my knowledge. I worked myself half to death, ruined my health, and the moment I drew my last breath, he walked Fiona and their child right through the front door and took everything the Hensons had built."