He began reviewing old case files from the accident. Claire’s car had swerved off a bridge during a rainstorm. The police had ruled it mechanical failure. But something didn’t sit right. He called the officer who handled the case.
“Funny you ask,” the retired cop said. “That car’s brake line had been tampered with. We suspected foul play, but your insurance company pressed to close it as accidental. Said you wanted it done fast.”
Jonathan froze. He hadn’t been told any of this.
That evening, he confronted Vanessa as she prepared dinner.
“What exactly were you giving my son?”
She smiled coolly. “The medication Dr. Harlow prescribed.”
“I had it tested. It’s poison.”
Her face hardened. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Jonathan slammed the report onto the counter. “Why, Vanessa? Why hurt Ethan? What did he ever do to you?”
Her calmness cracked. “Because he’s a reminder. Every day, that boy looks at me with her eyes—Claire’s eyes. The woman you still talk about in your sleep.”
Jonathan stepped back in shock.
Vanessa’s voice dropped. “She never should’ve had everything. You, the company, the life. I just wanted my turn.”
“You killed her,” Jonathan whispered.
Her lips tightened. “She was in the way.”