PART 3 — The Signature That Wasn’t Mine
“I had never signed a thing.”
The thought lodged in my chest like ice.
Around us, the ballroom had gone completely still.
The investigators stood near Chloe.
Victor stood beside me.
Dominic stood several feet away with the expression of a man watching every lie he had ever told begin to move toward him at once.
The flash drive rested inside a clear evidence bag.
And suddenly it looked more valuable than everything in that room.
The lead investigator glanced at Chloe.
“You said Mr. Hale has been stealing from employees.”
Chloe nodded.
Her mascara had begun to run.
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
She looked at Dominic.
He stared back at her.
It was not the look of a former employer.
It was the look of someone issuing a silent threat.
Chloe saw it.
And flinched.
Victor stepped between them.
“Look at me.”
Chloe’s eyes shifted toward him.
“You’re safe while you’re talking.”
Dominic scoffed.
“This is absurd.”
The investigator turned.
“Mr. Hale, I suggest you stop speaking unless you are answering a direct question.”
Dominic’s face reddened.
“This is my company.”
Victor’s expression did not change.
“For the moment.”
Dominic glared at him.
I tightened my arms around Sophia.
She had stopped crying, but only because exhaustion had replaced fear.
Her cheek rested against my shoulder.
Her little fingers still held onto the sleeve of my coat.
I wanted her out of there.
I wanted to put her in the car, drive home, lock every door, and pretend this entire night had never happened.
But something inside me knew that leaving without answers would only give Dominic another chance to bury them.
Victor seemed to understand.
He leaned closer.
“I can have Anna take Sophia downstairs.”
Anna was Victor’s longtime assistant.
Sophia adored her.
I hesitated.
Then Sophia lifted her head.
“Mommy, can we go home?”
My heart squeezed.
“Soon, sweetheart.”
Victor crouched slightly.
“Princess, Anna has hot chocolate in the car.”
Sophia looked at him.
“With marshmallows?”
“Too many.”
That earned the smallest smile.
Victor looked toward the doorway.
Anna was already there.
I hadn’t even seen her arrive.
That was Victor.
He planned ten steps ahead while everyone else was still reacting to the first.
Sophia reached for me.
“Are you coming?”
“Yes.”
I kissed her forehead.
“I just have to talk to Uncle Victor for a few minutes.”
She looked toward Dominic.
“Is Daddy coming?”
The question hit every person within earshot.
Dominic looked at her.
For once, he had no clever answer.
I forced myself to stay steady.
“Daddy has to stay here right now.”
Sophia nodded slowly.
Then she whispered something that almost broke me.
“Okay.”
Not why.
Not when.
Just okay.
As though some part of her had already understood that her father was no longer the safest person in the room.
I handed her to Anna.
“Keep her downstairs.”
Anna nodded.
“No one gets near her unless you say so.”
Dominic took one step forward.
“Vivienne.”
I looked at him.
“She’s my daughter.”
“And tonight,” I said, “you proved that doesn’t mean enough to you.”
Anna walked away carrying Sophia.
I watched until the ballroom doors closed.
Then I turned back.
The wife and mother in me wanted to collapse.
The Sterling in me wanted answers.
I chose answers.
“Start talking.”
Chloe looked at me.
“I didn’t know about Sophia at first.”
Dominic muttered something under his breath.
Victor raised one hand.
“Let her speak.”
Chloe swallowed.
“When Dominic hired me three years ago, I thought he was separated.”
Of course she did.
Vanessa thought he was divorced.
Chloe thought he was separated.
I wondered what version of me Dominic gave every woman.
“The lonely wife?”
“The cold wife?”
“The controlling wife?”
Maybe I was dead in some versions.
Chloe continued.
“He told me the marriage was over.”
“He said you were staying together temporarily because of the child.”
I almost laughed.
“Did he?”
She nodded.
“I believed him.”
“And then?”
“Then I started handling more of his personal accounts.”
The CFO, Martin, stepped closer.
“What personal accounts?”
Chloe looked at him.
“The ones you never saw.”
Martin’s face hardened.
“What does that mean?”
Dominic spoke sharply.
“Enough.”
The investigator immediately stepped toward him.
“Mr. Hale.”
Dominic stopped.
Chloe wiped her face.
“He had accounts under holding companies.”
“Consulting firms.”
“Property groups.”
“Private vendors.”
“At first, I thought they were legitimate.”
Martin looked increasingly alarmed.
“Were any tied to Hale Dynamics?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
Chloe hesitated.
“More than twenty.”
The room erupted into whispers.
Martin closed his eyes.
“Oh God.”
Victor’s attorneys began taking notes.
The investigator asked, “What were the accounts used for?”
Chloe looked at Dominic.
“Moving money.”
“From where?”
“Everywhere.”
“Company accounts.”
“Investor funds.”
“Employee retirement contributions.”
“Expense accounts.”
“Vendor payments.”
My stomach turned.
Employee retirement contributions.
The people in that ballroom weren’t simply executives.
Hundreds of them had families.
Mortgages.
Children.
Savings.
Lives.
And Dominic had apparently been dipping into their future the same way he had stolen from Sophia’s.
Martin’s voice shook with anger.
“Retirement contributions?”
Chloe nodded.
“The payroll system showed the deductions.”
“But some of the transfers never reached the retirement administrator.”
A man near the back of the ballroom shouted.
“What?”
Another voice followed.
“You’re saying he stole our 401(k) money?”
Dominic turned.
“None of this has been proven.”
The anger in the room shifted immediately.
People who had been fascinated moments earlier now looked betrayed.
A woman near the front began crying.
“My husband and I both work here.”
Someone else shouted.
“How much is missing?”
The investigator raised his voice.
“Everyone remain calm.”
But calm was leaving the building.
Fast.
Victor leaned toward one of his attorneys.
“Get forensic accounting here tonight.”
The attorney nodded and walked away.
Dominic stared at Victor.
“You can’t just take over my company.”
Victor looked at him.
“I’m not.”
“The board is.”
As if summoned by the words, one of the board members stepped forward.
Margaret Ellison.
She had served as board chair for five years.
Dominic had once called her “the grandmother of Hale Dynamics.”
Tonight, she looked at him with disgust.
“Dominic.”
He turned.
“We are suspending you effective immediately.”
His face changed.
“You can’t.”
“We just did.”
“I’m the founder.”
“And the board has fiduciary obligations.”
“This is my company.”
Margaret’s expression hardened.
“No.”
“It belongs to its shareholders.”
“And judging by what I’m hearing, you forgot that years ago.”
Dominic looked around the ballroom.
No one defended him.
Not one person.
Then his eyes landed on me.
His expression changed again.
Accusation.
As though somehow I had done this to him.
“You planned this.”
I stared at him.
“You brought your mistress to a gala and introduced her as your future family.”
“You stole from our daughter.”
“You apparently stole from your employees.”
“And somehow you think I planned this?”
He stepped closer.
“You called Victor.”
“Yes.”
“You knew exactly what would happen.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“I knew my brother would protect me.”
“I didn’t know my husband needed protection from the consequences of his own crimes.”
His jaw tightened.
“Vivienne.”
“Don’t.”
Victor’s phone buzzed.
He looked at the screen.
Then at me.
“The forged signatures.”
My entire body went cold again.
“What about them?”
He handed me a tablet.
A document filled the screen.
My name appeared at the bottom.
Vivienne E. Hale.
The signature looked like mine.
Almost perfectly.
I stared at it.
Then at the title.
CONSENT TO PLEDGE TRUST ASSET COLLATERAL.
My hands began to shake.
“What is this?”
Victor’s voice remained quiet.
“A consent form.”
“For Sophia’s trust.”
My eyes moved down the page.
It authorized a lender to use assets from the trust as collateral against a commercial loan.
A commercial loan tied to one of Dominic’s shell companies.
I looked at the signature.
“That’s not mine.”
“I know.”
Dominic looked away.
I noticed.
Victor noticed.
Everybody noticed.
The investigator asked me, “Mrs. Hale, you’re certain?”
“Yes.”
“I never saw this document.”
“I never approved this.”
“I never authorized anyone to use Sophia’s trust.”
Victor swiped to the next page.
Another document.
My signature again.
Then another.
And another.
Loan authorization.
Asset transfer approval.
Personal guarantee.
Board consent.
I stopped on the fourth.
“What is this?”
Victor’s jaw tightened.
“A guarantee.”
“For?”
“A one hundred and twenty million dollar commercial obligation.”
I stared at him.
“One hundred and twenty million?”
“Yes.”
My mind refused to process it.
“That can’t be right.”
“It is.”
“I don’t have one hundred and twenty million dollars.”
Victor looked at me.
“You personally don’t.”
“But the Sterling family trust does.”
Silence.
Then understanding hit me so hard I actually stepped backward.
He hadn’t only forged my name to steal Sophia’s money.
He had used my identity to reach the Sterling family.
My family’s money.
My family’s assets.
My family’s reputation.
I looked at Dominic.
“You knew.”
He said nothing.
“You knew who I was.”
His face flickered.
Victor’s expression went lethal.
“You knew she was a Sterling?”
Dominic swallowed.
The entire story shifted.
For nine years, I had believed I had successfully hidden my family identity.
I had believed Dominic had married a woman named Vivienne Stone.
I had believed he loved the ordinary life I offered him.
But if he knew…
Then what had our marriage been?
“When?”
I whispered.
Dominic looked at me.
“What?”
“When did you find out?”
“Vivienne—”
“WHEN?”
He looked around.
Then down.
“Before the wedding.”
Something inside me broke.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Quietly.
The kind of break that changes a person permanently.
I had spent nine years protecting a lie that apparently only I believed.
Victor’s face became unreadable.
“How?”
Dominic rubbed his forehead.
“I saw paperwork.”
“What paperwork?”
“Background documents.”
“For what?”
“Vivienne, it doesn’t matter.”
I walked toward him.
“It matters to me.”
He finally looked at me.
“My original investor ran due diligence.”
“On me?”
“Yes.”
“He found your birth records.”
I felt sick.
“And you never told me?”
“You wanted to keep your family separate.”
“I respected that.”
I laughed.
The sound came out broken.
“You respected it?”
“You secretly used my family connections for years.”
“You forged my signature.”
“You stole from our daughter.”
“You built your company on money my brothers quietly provided.”
“And you call that respect?”
“I didn’t know they were behind those investments.”
“Not at first.”
Victor cut in.
Dominic looked at him.
Victor stepped closer.
“When did you realize?”
Dominic hesitated.
“Three years ago.”
Chloe’s eyes widened.
The exact time she had been hired.
Victor saw it too.
“What happened three years ago?”
Dominic said nothing.
Chloe looked terrified again.
Then she whispered.
“The file.”
Dominic’s head snapped toward her.
“Chloe.”
She ignored him.
“What file?”
Victor asked.
Chloe pointed toward the flash drive.
“There was a folder on Dominic’s private server.”
“It was called Heritage.”
My skin prickled.
“What was in it?”
“Everything about the Sterling family.”
“Your father.”
“Your brothers.”
“Trust structures.”
“Companies.”
“Connections.”
“Political relationships.”
“Banking relationships.”
Victor went completely still.
That scared me more than anger would have.
“How detailed?”
“Very.”
“Who created it?”
Chloe looked at Dominic.
“He did.”
Victor stared at him.
“You built a private intelligence file on my family?”
Dominic shook his head.
“It was business research.”
Victor almost smiled.
“No.”
“It was targeting.”
Dominic stepped forward.
“You’re twisting this.”
“What was the purpose?”
Victor asked.
Dominic didn’t answer.
Chloe did.
“He wanted access.”
My stomach dropped.
“To what?”
I asked.
Chloe looked at me.
“The Sterling family office.”
The room seemed to tilt.
I had spent years believing Dominic didn’t care about my family.
In reality, he had been studying them.
Mapping them.
Planning.
Victor’s voice went flat.
“How?”
Chloe looked toward the investigator.
“I don’t know all of it.”
“But I know Dominic tried to use Vivienne’s credentials.”
I stared.
“My credentials?”
“He had copies of her passport.”
“Tax documents.”
“Old signatures.”
“Security questions.”
“Security questions?”
My voice cracked.
Chloe nodded.
“He used information from family conversations.”
My heart sank.
Every innocent question.
My mother’s maiden name.
My childhood street.
My first school.
The names of my pets.
Details I had shared with my husband because husbands were supposed to be safe.
Dominic had collected them.
For what?
Victor asked the exact question.
“What did he access?”
Chloe’s mouth trembled.
“I don’t know if he got inside the main system.”
“But he got far enough to impersonate her with a private lender.”
Victor turned toward one of his attorneys.
“Call Sterling security.”
“Freeze every account connected to Vivienne.”
“Flag all identity activity going back ten years.”
“Now.”
The attorney hurried away.
Dominic finally lost his composure.
“This is insane.”
Victor turned.
“No.”
“What’s insane is that you thought nobody would ever look.”
Dominic pointed toward Chloe.
“She’s lying to save herself.”
Chloe shook her head.
“No.”
“You signed the instructions.”
“You sent the messages.”
“Your voice is on the recordings.”
The investigator looked at her.
“Recordings?”
Dominic went pale.
Chloe nodded.
“I recorded him.”
“Why?”
“Because I got scared.”
“When?”
“Six months ago.”
“What scared you?”
She looked at me.
“He started talking about Vivienne’s death.”
Everything inside me stopped.
No one moved.
Not Victor.
Not Martin.
Not the investigators.
Not Dominic.
I heard my own heartbeat.
“What did you say?”
Chloe began crying again.
“He didn’t say he was going to kill you.”
Dominic exhaled sharply.
“Thank you.”
Chloe looked at him.
“But he asked what would happen financially if you died.”
The entire ballroom erupted.
Dominic shouted.
“That is not what happened!”
The investigator stepped between him and Chloe.
Victor moved so fast I barely saw him.
He crossed the space and grabbed Dominic by the front of his tuxedo.
“You asked about my sister dying?”
“Victor!”
One of the attorneys pulled him back.
Dominic stumbled.
“I asked a hypothetical question.”
“A hypothetical question?”
Victor’s voice shook with rage.
“What happens to her assets?”
“Who inherits?”
“How quickly can trusts transfer?”
“Those were business questions?”
Dominic shouted.
“I was doing estate planning!”
“For whose estate?”
Silence.
Victor stared at him.
Dominic did not answer.
I felt numb.
Strangely numb.
It was as though my mind had reached a point where it could no longer absorb pain at full volume.
So everything became quiet.
Distant.
I walked toward Chloe.
“Do you have the recording?”
She nodded.
“On the drive?”
“Yes.”
“Play it.”
Dominic’s face twisted.
“No.”
I looked at the investigator.
“Can we hear it?”
He hesitated.
Then nodded toward Chloe.
“Play the original file without editing.”
Chloe’s hands shook as she opened her phone.
Apparently, she had saved a backup copy.
She found the file.
Pressed play.
At first, there was only static.
Then Dominic’s voice.
Clear.
Recognizable.
“What happens if Vivienne dies before the trust transfer is completed?”
My stomach turned.
Chloe’s recorded voice responded.
“Why would she die?”
Dominic laughed quietly.
“Everyone dies.”
“Answer the question.”
Chloe said, “I don’t know.”
Dominic continued.
“Would Sophia inherit directly?”
“Or would I control the assets as her guardian?”
The recording stopped.
Nobody spoke.
I looked at Dominic.
He looked at me.
And for the first time in nine years…
I was afraid of my husband.
Not emotionally.
Physically.
He saw it.
“Vivienne.”
I stepped backward.
“No.”
“That conversation was taken out of context.”
“Don’t come near me.”
“I would never hurt you.”
“Don’t.”
Victor moved between us.
The investigator immediately instructed security.
“Mr. Hale is not to approach Mrs. Hale.”
Dominic’s voice cracked.
“This is unbelievable.”
I stared at him.
“No.”
“The unbelievable part is that I slept beside you while you were asking questions about what happens when I die.”
“I was planning for the future.”
“My death was your future?”
He closed his eyes.
“Vivienne, please.”
Then Chloe spoke again.
“There’s more.”
Dominic’s eyes opened.
He looked terrified.
“What else?”
I asked.
Chloe looked down.
“The insurance policies.”
Victor turned.
“What insurance policies?”
She whispered.
“He took out policies on Vivienne.”
“How much?”
Victor asked.
Chloe shook her head.
“I only saw two.”
“How much?”
“Fifty million.”
The room disappeared around me.
For a moment, all I could hear was ringing.
Fifty million dollars.
On my life.
I looked at Dominic.
“You insured me for fifty million dollars?”
He immediately shook his head.
“It was part of corporate planning.”
“I don’t work for Hale Dynamics.”
“You were tied to certain guarantees.”
Victor’s voice became deadly calm.
“Who is the beneficiary?”
Dominic said nothing.
Chloe answered.
“Hale Strategic Holdings.”
Martin looked confused.
“I’ve never heard of that company.”
Victor did.
His eyes narrowed.
“That’s one of the shells.”
Chloe nodded.
The investigator asked, “Who controls it?”
Again, silence.
Then Chloe whispered.
“Dominic.”
I actually laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because my mind no longer knew what else to do.
Fifty million dollars.
If I died, my husband’s shell company got paid.
And apparently, he had already researched what happened to my family assets afterward.
Victor looked at me.
“We’re leaving.”
This time, I didn’t argue.
“Yes.”
The investigator stepped forward.
“Mrs. Hale, we’ll need a formal statement.”
“You’ll get one.”
Victor took my arm.
Dominic called after me.
“Vivienne.”
I stopped.
I didn’t turn.
His voice changed.
Soft.
The voice he had used during our marriage.
The voice that once made me feel safe.
“Please don’t believe all of this.”
Slowly, I looked back.
He looked destroyed.
His tuxedo was rumpled.
His face was pale.
His empire was collapsing around him.
And somehow…
A small part of me still remembered the man who once held Sophia for the first time and cried.
That was the cruelest thing about betrayal.
It doesn’t erase the memories.
It poisons them.
“I don’t know what to believe anymore.”
His eyes filled.
“I loved you.”
I stared at him.
Then I asked the only question that mattered.
“Did you know who I was before you proposed?”
He closed his eyes.
That was the answer.
I turned away.
The ballroom doors opened.
Victor and I walked out.
Behind us, investigators surrounded Dominic.
Employees whispered.
Board members gathered.
Chloe cried.
Hale Dynamics began collapsing from the inside.
But I didn’t care about the company anymore.
I cared about Sophia.
I cared about staying alive.
We reached the private elevator.
Victor pressed the button.
Neither of us spoke.
Then his phone rang again.
He answered.
“Yes.”
His expression changed.
“What?”
I watched his face.
“Say that again.”
A pause.
Then he looked at me.
Every trace of anger disappeared.
He looked stunned.
“What happened?”
Victor slowly lowered the phone.
“Our security team found something.”
“What?”
“The life insurance applications.”
My stomach tightened.
“We already know about those.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“We didn’t know when they were opened.”
“When?”
Victor stared at me.
“The first policy was created eight years ago.”
I frowned.
“That’s impossible.”
Dominic and I had been married nine years.
Eight years ago, Hale Dynamics was barely surviving.
He had almost no money.
“Who paid the premiums?”
Victor looked sick.
“A Sterling-controlled account.”
“What?”
“He somehow redirected payments through one of the companies funding Hale.”
I tried to understand.
“So my family was unknowingly paying for an insurance policy on my life?”
“Yes.”
The elevator arrived.
Neither of us stepped inside.
Victor’s phone buzzed again.
Another message.
He read it.
Then he went completely still.
“What now?”
His eyes lifted toward mine.
“There’s a second insured person.”
My heart began pounding.
“Who?”
He did not answer immediately.
“Victor.”
He looked toward the ballroom doors.
Then back at me.
“Sophia.”
I stopped breathing.
“No.”
“Viv—”
“No.”
I grabbed his arm.
“Tell me you’re wrong.”
“I wish I were.”
“How much?”
Victor swallowed.
“Twenty million.”
The hallway seemed to spin.
My six-year-old daughter.
My little girl who made glitter necklaces.
Who slept with three stuffed rabbits lined up beside her pillow.
Who believed her father hung the moon.
Twenty million dollars.
“Who is the beneficiary?”
Victor looked at me.
He didn’t have to say it.
I already knew.
“Hale Strategic Holdings?”
He nodded.
My legs nearly gave out.
Victor caught me.
Then his phone rang again.
This time he put it on speaker.
A man’s voice came through.
“Mr. Sterling, we found the underwriting file.”
Victor answered.
“Go ahead.”
“There’s a medical authorization attached.”
“For Sophia?”
“Yes.”
“Who signed it?”
The man hesitated.
“Vivienne Hale.”
I felt cold.
“That’s forged.”
Victor said, “We know.”
The man continued.
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“The application includes a physician’s statement.”
I stared at the phone.
“What physician?”
“Dr. Raymond Kessler.”
The name hit me strangely.
I knew it.
I had heard it somewhere.
Then I remembered.
Sophia’s pediatric specialist.
The doctor Dominic insisted we use after Sophia had fainted at school two years earlier.
Victor saw recognition on my face.
“You know him?”
“Yes.”
“He treated Sophia.”
The voice on the phone continued.
“Mr. Sterling, Dr. Kessler also signed a document stating the child had a preexisting cardiac condition.”
My heart stopped.
“She doesn’t.”
“I know.”
Victor looked at me sharply.
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”
“She was tested.”
“The cardiologist said she was healthy.”
The man on the phone went quiet.
Then he said the sentence that changed everything.
“The medical file submitted to the insurer says the opposite.”
I covered my mouth.
Victor’s voice became hard.
“Where did that file come from?”
“We’re tracing it.”
“Trace faster.”
The call ended.
I stared at Victor.
“What does this mean?”
He didn’t answer.
“What does it mean?”
“It means someone created medical evidence suggesting Sophia was at higher risk than she actually was.”
“Why?”
Victor looked toward the ballroom.
And I understood.
Insurance.
Twenty million dollars.
A false medical history.
A father researching inheritance.
A shell company as beneficiary.
My hands began shaking uncontrollably.
Victor grabbed both of them.
“Vivienne.”
“Listen to me.”
“Sophia is downstairs with Anna.”
“She is safe.”
I nodded.
But my mind had already moved somewhere darker.
Two years ago.
Sophia fainting at school.
Dominic insisting on a specific doctor.
The strange tests.
The medication.
My breath caught.
Medication.
I looked at Victor.
“She was prescribed medication.”
His expression changed.
“What medication?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Dominic handled it.”
Victor froze.
“What do you mean he handled it?”
“He picked it up.”
“He gave it to her most mornings because I left earlier for work at the foundation.”
Victor’s face lost color.
“When did she stop taking it?”
“About eight months ago.”
“Why?”
“The doctor suddenly said she didn’t need it anymore.”
Victor was already calling someone.
“Anna.”
He put the phone on speaker.
She answered immediately.
“Yes?”
“Is Sophia with you?”
“Yes.”
“Do not give her any food or medication.”
“What?”
“Just listen.”
“Take her directly to Sterling Medical Center.”
“Private entrance.”
“Call Dr. Patel and tell him full toxicology and cardiac screening.”
I stared at him.
“Victor.”
He looked at me.
“Go.”
We stepped into the elevator.
As the doors closed, I looked back toward the ballroom.
Somewhere inside, Dominic was still answering questions.
And for the first time that night…
The company scandal no longer mattered.
The affair no longer mattered.
The stolen money no longer mattered.
Only Sophia mattered.
The elevator descended.
My phone vibrated.
Unknown number.
I almost ignored it.
Then another message arrived.
DO NOT TAKE SOPHIA TO THE HOSPITAL.
I stared at the screen.
Victor saw my face.
“What?”
I showed him.
His jaw tightened.
Another message appeared.
YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU CAN TRUST.
Then a third.
ASK VICTOR WHO SIGNED THE ORIGINAL MEDICAL REFERRAL.
I slowly looked at my brother.
Victor read the message.
His expression changed.
Not confusion.
Recognition.
“What?”
I whispered.
He didn’t answer.
“Victor.”
The elevator doors opened.
Anna stood in the lobby holding Sophia.
Behind her were two Sterling security officers.
Sophia smiled when she saw me.
“Mommy!”
I ran toward her.
Pulled her into my arms.
Held her so tightly she laughed.
“Mommy, you’re squeezing me.”
“I know.”
I kissed her face.
“I’m sorry.”
Victor stood behind me, staring at his phone.
I turned.
“Who signed the referral?”
He said nothing.
“Victor.”
He looked at Sophia.
Then at me.
And finally spoke.
“It wasn’t Dominic.”
My stomach dropped.
“Who was it?”
Victor’s face went pale.
“Our father.”
I stared at him.
“That’s impossible.”
“Our father has been dead for four years.”
Victor nodded slowly.
“I know.”
I looked down at Sophia.
Then at the anonymous message.
Then back at Victor.
Someone had used my dead father’s name.
Someone had forged my signature.
Someone had created false medical records for my daughter.
And suddenly Dominic was no longer the only person I was afraid of.
Because whoever had built this plan had been inside my family long before that gala.
And they had just proven they were still watching us.
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