Chapter 3: The Letter She Tried to Hide
The garden was no longer an engagement party.
It was a courtroom.
Every person standing there had become a witness.
Claire looked at the letter in my mother’s hand like it was a weapon pointed directly at her.
“Give me that,” Claire said.
For the first time that night, her voice cracked.
My mother held it higher.
“No.””
Claire’s face hardened.
“You have no right.””
My mother looked at her.
“Interesting choice of words.””
A nervous silence spread through the guests.
I couldn’t stop staring at the envelope.
My name wasn’t written on it.
But somehow, it felt like it belonged to me.
“Daniel,” Claire said, turning toward me, “you’re really going to believe a stranger who showed up and ruined our engagement?””
A stranger.
That word hurt.
Because she knew.
She knew exactly who my mother was.
She just didn’t expect her to arrive.
I looked at Claire.
“Did you know she was my mother?””
She didn’t answer.
That was enough.
“Claire.””
She looked away.
My mother opened the letter.
“Do you want me to read it?””
Claire’s expression changed.
“No.””
“Then you admit it is yours.””
The crowd murmured.
Claire’s hands curled into fists.
“You don’t understand.””
My mother smiled sadly.
“No. I understand perfectly.””
She unfolded the paper.
“I wrote this letter after I discovered what you and Richard had done.””
My father’s name.
Hearing it made everyone freeze.
I felt like the ground beneath me was moving.
“Richard?”” I repeated.
My mother looked at me.
“Your father.””
The man who had raised me.
The man who taught me never to trust anyone.
The man who told me my mother abandoned us.
My mother took a breath.
“Your father didn’t lose our family because of business problems.””
She looked at the guests.
“He lost it because he wanted everything.””
Claire interrupted.
“That’s a lie.””
My mother turned.
“Then why did you hide the fact that you met Richard years before Daniel?””
Claire said nothing.
The silence became unbearable.
I felt sick.
I remembered all the times Claire told me she had never met my family before.
All the times she said she was nervous about meeting my father.
All the rehearsed conversations.
All the perfect smiles.
“How long?”” I asked.
Claire looked at me.
“Daniel…”
“How long did you know my father?””
Her eyes filled with tears.
Not real tears.
The kind she used when she wanted forgiveness.
“It wasn’t what you think.””
I almost laughed.
“That is what everyone says when it is exactly what I think.””
My mother stepped closer.
“She didn’t just know your father.””
She held up another document.
“She helped him hide money from the company.””
Claire shook her head.
“No.””
My mother placed the paper on the table.
“This is a bank transfer.””
My eyes moved across the page.
The account name.
The amount.
The date.
Everything was real.
A guest whispered:
“Is this why the company suddenly expanded?””
Another replied:
“I thought it was an investment.””
My mother looked at me.
“Your father used money that belonged to my family.””
I felt numb.
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
Her expression broke.
“I tried.””
The answer was quiet.
Too quiet.
“Your father told you I left. He moved you away. He changed your phone number. He made sure every letter I sent disappeared.””
My throat tightened.
I remembered being sixteen.
Waiting for birthday calls that never came.
Believing my mother had forgotten me.
My mother looked at Claire.
“And then this woman entered your life.””
Claire stepped forward.
“Stop blaming me for your broken family.””
My mother’s voice remained calm.
“You broke into my son’s life knowing exactly who I was.””
The guests stared.
I looked at Claire.
“What does she mean?””
Claire looked away.
And then another voice came from the crowd.
An older man.
One of my father’s closest friends.
“I knew.””
Everyone turned.
He looked ashamed.
“I knew Richard had been hiding something.””
My face went pale.
“You knew?””
The man lowered his head.
“I was afraid.””
My mother closed the handbag.
“No.””
She looked at him.
“You were comfortable.””
Nobody spoke.
Then my phone rang.
The sound cut through the silence.
Unknown number.
I answered.
“Hello?””
A woman’s voice whispered.
“Daniel?””
I froze.
Because I recognized that voice.
It was my father’s assistant.
And she sounded terrified.
“Your father is missing.””
I looked at my mother.
Then at Claire.
The woman continued:
“He left a message before he disappeared.””
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“What message?””
A pause.
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Then she said:
“He said… if your mother opened that handbag, you would finally know the truth.””
