“Because I needed evidence,” he said. “I wanted the truth to destroy them—not us.”
My gentle son suddenly looked older than his years.
“And now?” I asked.
“Now I need you to trust me.”
Behind the glass, Robert and Vanessa laughed together, moving from the fireplace to the couch like they owned the world.
“What’s your plan?” I whispered.
“We let the wedding happen,” Caleb said. “And we expose them at the altar. In front of everyone.”
My spine chilled.
“I want justice,” he added. “And I want it to hurt.”
Then he hesitated. “Aunt Nadia found more.”
My sister—retired detective turned investigator.
My heart dropped. “More?”
“She’s on her way. But you need to be ready—for the truth about Dad.”
Before I could ask anything else, a car pulled into the driveway.
And the real nightmare began.
Nadia entered the kitchen carrying a thick folder, her face grim.
“Laura,” she said softly, “sit down.”
She opened the file. “The affair started earlier than we thought. And Robert paid for it with money he stole from you.”
“How much?” I asked.
“Over sixty thousand dollars. All forged withdrawals.”
My vision blurred.