Chapter 9: The Last Lie
The video ended.
But the image stayed.
Victor Carter standing inside my house.
Near my children.
Smiling.
My entire body went cold.
“No.””
The word came out before I could think.
I grabbed my phone with both hands and replayed the video.
Again.
And again.
The same hallway.
The same framed family pictures on the wall.
The same staircase where Fiona ran down every morning.
The same house where my children slept.
And Victor.
Standing there like he belonged.
My mother moved closer.
“Jessi.””
I looked at her.
“How long?””
She frowned.
“What?””
“How long has he been watching me?””
Nobody answered.
That silence told me more than words.
I turned toward Daniel.
“How long?””
He looked down.
“Years.””
My chest tightened.
“Years?””
Daniel nodded slowly.
“Victor never stopped looking for Sterling assets.””
I laughed.
A broken sound.
“So all this time…”
I looked at my mother.
“All this time, he knew where I was?””
She closed her eyes.
“Yes.””
I stepped away.
My entire life suddenly felt like a room full of hidden cameras.
Every birthday.
Every holiday.
Every moment with my children.
Watched.
Recorded.
Controlled.
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
My mother’s face broke.
“Because every time I tried to contact you, someone stopped me.””
“Who?””
She looked at Daniel.
I turned.
“What?””
Daniel swallowed.
“Not me.””
“Then who?””
He didn’t answer.
My mother did.
“Someone inside Luca’s company.””
I froze.
“Luca’s company?””
She nodded.
“The company Victor helped him build.””
I looked away.
Of course.
The company.
The thing Luca had always called his greatest achievement.
The thing I thought I helped create.
The thing that had been connected to my family from the beginning.
“Luca.””
The name felt strange.
Like I was speaking about someone I used to know.
My mother looked at me.
“He didn’t know everything.””
I stared.
“You’re defending him?””
“No.””
Her voice softened.
“I’m telling you the truth.””
I shook my head.
“I don’t know what the truth is anymore.””
And that was the worst part.
Not knowing who deserved my anger.
Not knowing who deserved my forgiveness.
Not knowing whether the person who hurt me was a villain or another victim.
But my children didn’t have time for confusion.
They needed me.
I turned to Daniel.
“Take me home.””
My mother immediately stepped forward.
“No.””
I looked at her.
“What?””
“You can’t go back there.””
“My children are there.””
Her face changed.
“I know.””
“Then I’m going.””
“Jessi, Victor wants you to come back.””
I stared.
“What?””
“He sent that video because he wants you afraid.””
I picked up my coat.
“I am afraid.””
Nobody expected that answer.
I looked at them.
“I’m terrified.””
My voice shook.
“But my children are upstairs.””
I held the phone tightly.
“And fear doesn’t get to make decisions for me anymore.””
The drive home felt endless.
Daniel drove.
My mother sat beside me in the back seat.
Nobody spoke.
The silence was filled with everything we didn’t know how to say.
Finally, my mother whispered:
“I thought about you every day.””
I looked out the window.
“I thought about you too.””
Tears filled her eyes.
“I’m sorry.””
I closed my eyes.
“I know.””
It was strange.
After all the anger.
After all the years.
The word came naturally.
I knew she was sorry.
But sorry didn’t erase time.
It didn’t erase birthdays missed.
First steps.
First days of school.
The moments she never got back.
When we reached Maplewood Lane, Daniel slowed down.
The house looked normal.
Too normal.
The porch light was on.
The curtains were closed.
No signs of danger.
That scared me more.
“This is wrong,” Daniel whispered.
I looked at him.
“What?””
“Victor likes control.””
He stared at the house.
“He wouldn’t leave without making sure you knew he was here.””
I opened the car door.
“Jessi.””
I turned.
Daniel’s expression was serious.
“Don’t go in alone.””
For once, I listened.
Not because I trusted him.
Because I trusted my instincts.
We walked toward the house together.
The front door was unlocked.
My stomach dropped.
I pushed it open.
“Fiona?””
No answer.
“Leo?””
Silence.
Then I heard footsteps.
Small footsteps.
My heart stopped.
Fiona appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Mom?””
I ran.
I grabbed both children and held them tightly.
“Are you okay?””
Fiona looked confused.
“Yes.””
“Did anyone come inside?””
She looked at Leo.
Then back at me.
“Grandpa did.””
The world stopped.
“What?””
Leo hugged his stuffed rabbit.
“Grandpa Victor.””
My blood turned cold.
“When?””
Fiona shrugged.
“Before dinner.””
I looked at Daniel.
He looked horrified.
“What did he say?””
Fiona thought.
“He said Daddy was going to lose everything.””
My hands tightened.
“What else?””
She looked down.
“He said Mommy was going to learn the truth soon.””
I felt sick.
He had been here.
Talking to my children.
Using them.
“Where is your father?””
The children went quiet.
That answer came too fast.
I stood.
“Where is Luca?””
A sound came from the living room.
“Right here.””
I turned.
Luca stood near the doorway.
His face was bruised.
His shirt was torn.
My anger disappeared for one second.
“What happened?””
He looked at me.
“Victor happened.””
Daniel moved forward.
“What did he do?””
Luca looked at him.
“He came here.””
“When?””
“An hour ago.””
I stared.
“Why didn’t you call?””
Luca laughed bitterly.
“Because he took my phone.””
I looked at him.
“Why are you here?””
His expression changed.
“Because I came back for the kids.””
I almost laughed.
“You came back?””
“Yes.””
“After everything?””
He nodded.
“I know.””
I looked at him.
And something inside me shifted.
Not forgiveness.
Not yet.
But something else.
Understanding.
Because Luca looked like a man who finally realized he had spent years protecting the wrong person.
“What did Victor want?””
Luca looked at my mother.
And froze.
The color drained from his face.
“No.””
My mother stepped forward.
“Hello, Luca.””
He stared.
“You’re alive.””
She nodded.
“I am.””
Luca looked at me.
“He knew.””
I frowned.
“What?””
“Victor knew she was alive.””
The room became silent.
“How?””
Luca looked devastated.
“Because he was the one who told me.””
My heart stopped.
“What?””
He looked at me.
“The night your mother disappeared…”
He swallowed.
“He didn’t ask me to help him hide her.””
I waited.
“He asked me to help him find her.””
Nobody moved.
“Why?””
Luca looked toward the stairs where our children stood.
“Because Victor wasn’t trying to destroy the Sterling family.””
Daniel frowned.
“Then what was he trying to do?””
Luca’s answer was barely a whisper.
“He was trying to replace it.””
The words made no sense.
Until they did.
My mother’s inheritance.
My identity.
The Sterling name.
All of it.
Victor didn’t just want money.
He wanted ownership.
He wanted the family erased.
And then my phone rang.
Unknown number.
Everyone froze.
I answered.
A man’s voice came through.
Victor.
“Congratulations, Jessi.””
My grip tightened.
“You found your mother.””
A pause.
“But you still haven’t found the truth.””
I said nothing.
Victor continued.
“Ask Luca why he never told you about the adoption papers.””
My heart stopped.
I looked at Luca.
His face went pale.
“What adoption papers?””
Victor laughed softly.
“That’s right.””
His voice lowered.
“Your husband forgot to mention that the woman you call your mother…”
Another pause.
“…was never the person who gave birth to you.””
The call ended.
Nobody spoke.
I looked at my mother.
At Luca.
At Daniel.
And I realized something terrifying.
After everything.
After all the secrets.
After all the lies.
I still didn’t know the biggest one.
I looked at Luca.
“Tell me he’s lying.””
He couldn’t answer.
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And that was when I knew.
He wasn’t.
