PART 2: I Took My Daughter to Surprise My Husband—But the Woman at Reception Revealed a Secret Family Waiting Upstairs4 026
“You really shouldn’t be here,” she said, but the confidence had thinned out of her voice.
I looked down at Sophia.
“Sweetheart,” I said gently, “we’re going to wait here for Uncle Victor.”
Her eyes widened.
“Uncle Victor is coming?”
“Yes.”
“Is Daddy coming too?”
The question landed softly and still managed to bruise.
I crouched in front of her, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek.
“I don’t know yet.”
Sophia searched my face the way children do when they are trying to understand whether the world is safe.
I made myself smile.
It wasn’t a good smile.
It probably wasn’t even convincing.
But she reached out and touched my cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding the necklace.
“Mommy, did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I said immediately.
“No, baby.
You did absolutely nothing wrong.”
Behind us, Chloe made a small impatient sound.
“Vivian, this is becoming dramatic.”
I stood slowly.
Something about hearing my daughter apologize for walking into a building that bore her father’s name on banners, programs, and video screens made the room settle into a strange quiet inside me.
Not peace.
Not calm.
Something harder.
Something that had been formed over years of swallowing doubts and explaining away absences.
“Don’t speak to me again,” I said.
Chloe blinked.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
For a moment, she looked as if she might laugh again.
Then the revolving doors behind us turned, letting in a sweep of cold rain and city air.
Victor stepped into the lobby.
He was not a loud man.
He never had been.
He didn’t storm into rooms or raise his voice to announce his importance.
He simply entered, tall and composed in a dark overcoat, and the room seemed to rearrange itself around him.
Two people came in behind him: Anika Rao, my family’s attorney, and Malcolm Pierce, Victor’s chief of security, whose quiet gaze swept every corner of the lobby in one practiced glance.
Sophia let go of me and ran.
“Uncle Victor!”
Victor’s face changed completely when he saw her.
The controlled mask softened, and he crouched to catch her as she threw herself into his arms.
“There’s my favorite artist,” he murmured, hugging her with one arm while keeping his briefcase in the other hand.
Sophia pulled back, her small face serious.
“I made Daddy a necklace.”
Victor looked at the necklace.
Then he looked at me.
Something passed between us that did not need words.
“It’s beautiful,” he told her.
“He would be lucky to receive it.”
Would be.
Not will be.
I heard the difference.
I wondered if Sophia did too.
Victor stood with Sophia’s hand in his.
He looked at Chloe.
“Ms.
Marlowe.”
Chloe’s face lost more color.
“Mr. Sterling.”
So she knew him.
That was the second thing I noticed.
“Interesting,” I said quietly.
Chloe’s eyes flicked toward me.
Victor did not ask why we were standing in the lobby.
He did not ask whether Chloe had humiliated me.
He did not ask if Sophia had heard something she should never have heard.
My brother rarely asked questions when the answers were already visible.
He simply turned to Anika.
“Please notify building management that Mrs. Vivian Hale and her daughter are immediate family of Dominic Hale and invited guests of Sterling Capital Holdings.”
Chloe went rigid.
“Sterling Capital isn’t hosting this event.”
“No,” Anika said smoothly, removing a tablet from her leather portfolio.
“But Sterling Capital owns a controlling interest in the building, holds a secured position in Meridian Kline’s debt restructuring agreements, and is listed as a principal investment partner in three subsidiaries being celebrated upstairs tonight.”
The words were calm.
Professional.
Almost polite.
Chloe looked as if someone had opened a trapdoor under her feet.
Victor’s attention remained on her.
“You will not call security.
You will not approach my sister or my niece again.
You will remain available for questioning by corporate compliance.”
“Questioning?” Chloe repeated.
“Your conduct in the lobby is not the issue that concerns me most,” Victor said.
“It is merely the first thing I witnessed.”
Chloe swallowed.
The elevator doors opened behind her, releasing a burst of music and laughter from above.
For one second, the gala floated down to us—champagne glasses, string quartet, applause, the bright glitter of the world Dominic had loved more and more with every passing year.
Then the doors closed.
Victor looked at me.
“Vivian,” he said softly.
“You do not have to go upstairs.”
I looked at Sophia, still holding his hand.
“I know.”
“And if you do, you do not have to confront anyone tonight.”
“I know that too.”
But I also knew something else.
For six years, I had allowed Dominic to define what was important.
His late meetings.
His urgent travel.
His carefully timed phone calls from hotel rooms that never showed enough background for me to place them.
His promises that every sacrifice was temporary.
After Sophia was born, I thought ambition would loosen its grip on him.
Instead, it became his second pulse.
He missed birthdays, school recitals, parent conferences.
He sent flowers, gifts, polished apologies.
He looked at me with tired eyes and said, “I’m doing this for us.”
I had believed him because belief was easier than suspicion.
I had believed him because I loved the version of him who used to burn toast on Sunday mornings and dance barefoot with me in our tiny kitchen before the money arrived.
I had believed him because Sophia adored him.
But standing there in that marble lobby, with strangers pretending not to watch us and Chloe trembling behind her expensive smile, I realized belief had become a room I was locked inside.
And tonight, someone had opened the door.
“I want to see him,” I said.
Victor’s jaw tightened, but he nodded.
“Then we go together.”
I turned to Sophia.
“Sweetheart, I need you to stay with Uncle Victor for a minute.”
“No.” Her grip tightened on my coat.
“I want to see Daddy.”
The simple certainty in her voice nearly undid me.
Victor knelt again.
“Sophia, your mom and I need to talk to some grown-ups first.”
“But it’s Daddy’s party.”
“I know.”
“He’ll wonder where I am.”
That was the thing about children.
They could place a single candle in the darkest room and make you see every object clearly.
I took the necklace from her careful hands.
“How about I carry this for you until we find him?”
She hesitated.
“You won’t bend it?”
“I promise.”
She handed it over as if entrusting me with something sacred.
It was made of construction paper and yarn, with uneven blue stars glued around the edges.
In the center, written in thick purple marker, were the words: BEST DADDY EVER.
I folded it gently against my heart.
Then Victor led us to the private elevator.
Chloe stepped aside without a word.
The ride upward felt endless.
The glass wall of the elevator revealed Manhattan through streaks of rain.
Lights smeared across the windows like watercolors.
Far below, taxis slipped through traffic, and people moved beneath umbrellas, unaware that my marriage had split open thirty floors above them.
Victor stood beside me, silent.
Anika tapped something on her tablet.
Malcolm remained near the doors.
Sophia leaned against Victor’s leg and yawned, suddenly small again.
“Viv,” Victor said quietly.
I didn’t look at him.
“Not yet.”
He understood.
The elevator opened into the private event floor.
Warm gold light spilled over polished floors.
White orchids stood in tall glass vases.
A jazz trio played near the windows.
Servers moved gracefully between clusters of executives and guesTS. On a stage at the far end of the room, Dominic’s face smiled from a massive screen above the words: HONORING DOMINIC HALE—VISIONARY LEADERSHIP AWARD.
Visionary.
I almost laughed.
Then I saw him.
Dominic stood near the center of the room in a black tuxedo, one hand in his pocket, his head slightly bent as he listened to a man beside him.
He looked exactly like the husband I knew and not at all like him.
Handsome, composed, admired.
A man built for rooms like this.
Then a woman touched his arm.
She was elegant in a deep green dress, with dark hair pinned at the nape of her neck and a little boy standing beside her, his hand tucked shyly into hers.
The boy was maybe four.
He had soft brown curls and a serious little face.
My breath caught.
Not because Chloe’s words had been confirmed.
Because Dominic looked at the child with an expression I knew.
The same gentle half-smile he wore when Sophia fell asleep on his chest as a baby.
Victor noticed.
“Vivian.”
“I’m all right,” I whispered.
I was not.
Dominic glanced up then, perhaps sensing movement near the elevators.
His eyes found mine across the room.
Everything stopped.
For him too, I think.
The color drained from his face so visibly that the man speaking to him turned to see what had happened.
Dominic took one step forward, then another, as if the floor had shifted beneath him.
“Vivian.”
The woman in green followed his gaze.
Her expression changed from polite curiosity to confusion.
Then to something much more complicated.
Dominic reached me before I reached him.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, but his voice had no anger in it.
Only alarm.
Sophia stepped from behind Victor.
“Daddy?”
Dominic looked down.
The devastation that crossed his face was the first honest thing I had seen from him all evening.
“Soph,” he breathed.
She didn’t run to him.
That hurt more than if she had.
She stood there with her small shoulders raised, uncertain now, looking between his tuxedo and my face and the glittering room behind him.
“I made you a necklace,” she said.
I held it out.
Dominic stared at it as if it were evidence of a crime.
“Vivian,” he said again, lower this time.
“I can explain.”
I looked past him toward the woman in green and the little boy.
“Then start with them.”
He closed his eyes.
The woman stepped forward before he could answer.
Her gaze moved from me to Sophia, then to Victor.
She seemed less like someone caught in triumph than someone who had just realized she had been standing on the edge of a cliff.
“I’m Elena Walsh,” she said carefully.
“And this is my son, Mateo.”
Sophia looked at Mateo.
Mateo hid halfway behind his mother’s skirt.
I waited.
Elena’s voice trembled, but she held herself steady.
“Dominic told me he was divorced.”
The words struck the room quietly.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Quietly, which somehow made them worse.
Dominic looked at the floor.
I stared at him.
“You told her what?”
He rubbed a hand over his mouth.
“Vivian, please.
Not here.”
“Where would you prefer?” I asked.
“The lobby where your assistant informed me I was not your real family?”
Elena turned sharply.
“Chloe said that?”
Dominic’s face tightened.
Behind us, Victor spoke for the first time since we entered.
“Perhaps we should find a private room.”
Dominic looked at him, and for one brief second the old arrogance flickered back.
“Victor, this is family business.”
Victor’s eyes were cool.
“So is fraud.”
Dominic went still.
There it was.
Not loud.
Not theatrical.
A single word dropped between us like a stone into deep water.
Elena looked from Victor to Dominic.
“Fraud?”
Anika stepped forward.
“There are several matters requiring clarification.
Some are personal.
Some are corporate.
It would be wise to separate those conversations from the public event.”
Dominic’s throat moved.
He glanced over his shoulder.
Guests were watching now, though most pretended not to.
The music continued, but the trio had softened as if the instruments themselves were listening.
“Fine,” Dominic said.
He led us down a hallway lined with framed photographs of company milestones.
Groundbreakings.
Ribbon cuttings.
Charity dinners.
Dominic beside mayors, investors, CEOs.
Dominic shaking hands with men who had once taken calls from my brothers and agreed to support him because my family asked quietly.
At the end of the hallway was a conference room with a long walnut table and a wall of windows overlooking the city.
Malcolm remained outside with Sophia and Mateo after Victor quietly asked a server to bring them hot chocolate.
Sophia looked reluctant until Mateo whispered that the hot chocolate upstairs came with tiny marshmallows.
That seemed to create a fragile truce between them.
Before the door closed, Sophia looked at Dominic.
“Daddy, are you coming back?”
Dominic froze.
“Yes,” he said, too quickly.
“Of course.”
She studied him with her serious little face.
Then Malcolm closed the door.
Inside the conference room, no one sat at first.
Elena stood near the windows, arms folded around herself.
Dominic remained by the door.
Victor took a place at the head of the table, not because he needed authority, but because he always stood where chaos could not spread behind him.
Anika opened her tablet.
I held the paper necklace in both hands.
“Tell me the truth,” I said.
Dominic looked at me.
“I made mistakes.”
“That is not the truth.
That is packaging.”
He flinched.
Elena let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh, but there was no humor in it.
“He said you had left him years ago.
He said you didn’t want public attention.
He said you shared custody quietly.”
My fingers tightened around the yarn.
Dominic whispered, “Elena—”
“No,” she said, turning on him.
“You don’t get to manage the conversation anymore.”
I looked at her then.
Really looked.
She wasn’t smug.
She wasn’t victorious.
Her face had gone pale under the careful makeup, and her eyes shone with the awful humiliation of someone realizing she had been used in a story she never agreed to join.
“How long?” I asked.
Elena’s gaze met mine.
“Three years.”
Three years.
A number can be a blade.
Three years meant Sophia’s kindergarten graduation, the summer Dominic claimed the Chicago expansion needed him for six straight weekends, the winter I had the flu and he sent soup through a delivery app from another state.
Three years meant he had not slipped.
He had built a second life carefully enough to decorate it.
“And Mateo?” I asked, though part of me did not want the answer.
Elena placed a hand against the back of a chair.
“Dominic is not his father.”
Dominic looked up.
So did I.
Elena swallowed.
“My husband died before Mateo was born.
Dominic met me through a foundation gala two years later.
He was kind to my son.” Her voice cracked on the word kind.
“I thought that meant something.”
The room shifted again.
Chloe had lied about one thing, or twisted it.
Their little boy.
Not his, perhaps.
But the tenderness I had seen on Dominic’s face had still been real enough to hurt.
“Why would Chloe call him your son?” I asked.
Elena looked bewildered.
“I don’t know.”
Victor glanced at Anika.
Anika tapped her screen twice.
“Ms.
Marlowe may have had reason to encourage a particular interpretation.”
Dominic stiffened.
“What does that mean?”
Victor slid a slim folder across the table toward him.
“It means your assistant has been corresponding with a journalist for the last six weeks.”
Dominic did not touch the folder.
Elena stared at it.
“A journalist?”
“Not just any journalist,” Anika said.
“A financial reporter working on a story about Meridian Kline’s acquisition practices, executive expense accounts, and undisclosed conflicts of interest.”
Dominic’s face went ashen.
I looked at my brother.
“Victor, what is this?”
He did not answer immediately.
That frightened me more than if he had.
“After your call,” he said, “I asked my team to review several outstanding concerns.
Some were already under observation.”
“Observation?” Dominic snapped.
“You’ve been spying on me?”
Victor’s expression did not change.
“No.
We have been protecting our investment.”
Dominic laughed once, sharp and empty.
“Of course.
The Sterlings and their investmenTS.”
I stared at him.
“You knew?”
His silence answered first.
My ex-husband’s face went white the moment he saw the three little boys in matching black tuxedos standing beside me.
A chill moved through me.
“You knew my family had helped you?”
Dominic looked at me then, and the shame in his eyes almost made him look young.
“Not at first.”
“When?”
He turned away.
“When?” I repeated.
“About five years ago.”
Five years.
Sophia had been one.
“Who told you?”
Dominic’s mouth tightened.
Victor said, “I believe I can answer that.”
He placed another document on the table.
This one was not corporate.
It was a printed email, folded at the corner.
My maiden name appeared in the subject line.
Sterling connection confirmed.
My stomach sank.
Victor’s voice was quiet.
“Chloe requested a background report on Vivian before Dominic’s Series D financing closed.”
I looked at Dominic, unable to speak.
He shook his head.
“I didn’t ask her to do that.”
“But you read it,” Victor said.
Dominic closed his eyes.
There was a strange mercy in discovering the exact shape of a betrayal.
Painful, yes.
But solid.
Something you could finally stop walking around in the dark trying to name.
“You knew,” I said slowly, “and you never told me.”
“I didn’t know how.”
“How to tell your wife you discovered her family saved your company?”
“How to tell you I was ashamed!” he said, the words breaking out of him too loudly.
The room went silent.
Dominic pressed both hands against the back of a chair and lowered his head.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
“You think I didn’t feel it? Every award, every article, every time someone called me self-made.
I knew there was a door that opened because of you.
Because of your name.
And I hated myself for needing it.”
“So you punished me for it?”
He looked stricken.
“No.”
“But you let me believe you were working for us while you were building a life where no one knew what you owed me.”
Elena’s face tightened at that.
Dominic looked at her.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?” she asked.
He had no answer.
Outside the conference room, muffled laughter floated through the door.
Sophia’s voice rose once, soft and bright, followed by Mateo’s.
Two children drinking hot chocolate while the adults dismantled the lies around them.
I looked at Dominic and saw, for the first time, not a villain and not the man I had loved, but someone smaller than both.
A man who had been unable to carry gratitude without turning it into resentment.
A man who wanted admiration so badly that he had mistaken being known for being trapped.
Victor’s phone vibrated.
He glanced at it, then at Anika.
“What?” Dominic asked.
Anika’s expression sharpened.
“The board has convened an emergency call.”
Dominic straightened.
“Tonight?”
“Yes,” Victor said.
“Tonight.”
“You can’t do that.”
“I didn’t.”
Dominic blinked.
Victor turned the phone so the screen faced the table.
A message thread glowed under the conference room lighTS.
The sender’s name was Chloe Marlowe.
The message was simple.
He promised me the promotion after tonight.
If he denies everything, release the file.
Below it was a photograph attachment.
Dominic stared.
Elena stepped closer.
“What file?”
Victor looked at Dominic.
“That is the question.”
Dominic’s face changed in a way I had never seen before.
Not guilt.
Not irritation.
Fear.
“What file?” I asked.
He sat down heavily.
For several seconds, rain tapped against the glass.
Manhattan glittered beyond him, indifferent and immense.
“There was an account,” Dominic said.
Victor’s eyes sharpened.
“What kind of account?”
Dominic rubbed his forehead.
“A discretionary fund set up during the expansion.
It was supposed to handle consultant payments and regional retainers.”
Anika’s fingers paused over her tablet.
Dominic looked at me, and there was something pleading in him now.
“I didn’t steal money, Vivian.”
“I haven’t accused you of that.”
“But someone will.”
Victor’s voice lowered.
“Because?”
Dominic swallowed.
“Because the signatures are mine.”
Elena whispered, “Dominic.”
He shook his head as if trying to clear it.
“I signed what legal cleared.
What finance cleared.
Chloe managed the documenTS. She brought them to me between meetings, on planes, in cars.
I trusted her.”
Victor’s expression hardened slightly.
“Convenient.”
“I know how it sounds.”
“It sounds like a man who allowed an assistant to run critical documentation without oversight.”
Dominic looked down.
“Yes.”
For once, no defense followed.
No speech about pressure.
No reminder of his title.
No polished corporate language.
Just the truth, plain and inadequate.
Anika turned her tablet toward Victor.
“The reporter has already received part of the file.
Not enough for publication, but enough to pressure the board.”
Elena crossed her arms tighter.
“Why would Chloe do this?”
“Because she thought tonight would force my hand,” Dominic said bitterly.
“She wanted a senior role after the acquisition.
I told her last week I couldn’t recommend her.”
I thought of Chloe in the lobby, her smile sharp as glass.
“She wanted me to see Elena,” I said.
Dominic looked up.
“She wanted me humiliated in public.
She wanted a scene.”
Victor nodded once.
“A public confrontation involving Vivian Sterling would detonate the gala, draw cameras, and make Dominic appear unstable just as the leaked documents reached the board.”
Elena’s voice was faint.
“And I was part of it too.”
No one contradicted her.
The strange thing was, I could still feel my own heartbreak beneath the corporate intrigue.
It had not disappeared because the plot had widened.
Dominic had still lied.
He had still taken another woman to dinners and galas and let her believe he was free to love her.
He had still let me sit across from Sophia at breakfast, inventing cheerful explanations for his absence.
The business scandal explained Chloe’s cruelty.
It did not absolve Dominic’s choices.
He seemed to know that.
“Vivian,” he said, “I can’t fix what I did tonight.”
“No,” I said.
“You can’t.”
“But I need to protect the company.
Thousands of people work for Meridian.”
Victor leaned back slightly.
“Now you remember them?”
I touched his arm.
“Victor.”
He looked at me, and whatever he saw in my face made him stop.
I turned to Dominic.
“You are going to tell the board the truth.”
He frowned.
“Vivian—”
“All of it.
Chloe.
The documenTS. Elena.
Me.
The Sterling connection.
Every lie that affects the company.”
His jaw clenched.
“That will ruin me.”
“No,” I said.
“Continuing to lie will ruin you.
The truth will only remove the version of you that shouldn’t have existed.”
The sentence seemed to move through him slowly.
Elena sank into a chair, one hand over her mouth.
For the first time, I saw her not as the woman in green from across the room, but as a widow who had trusted the wrong man because grief had left an empty chair at her table.
Maybe Dominic had filled it.
Maybe she had let him.
Maybe both things were true.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her.
Her eyes filled.
“You don’t owe me that.”
“Neither do you.”
We looked at one another across the table, two women connected by a man’s cowardice and a stranger’s manipulation, both trying not to fracture in a room built for negotiations.
A knock came at the door.
Malcolm opened it a few inches.
“Mrs. Hale?”
Sophia slipped past him before anyone could stop her.
“Mommy?”
I turned quickly.
“What is it?”
She stood just inside the doorway with Mateo behind her.
Her eyes were big, and there was chocolate on the corner of her mouth.
“Daddy’s picture disappeared.”
Dominic stood.
“What?”
Sophia pointed toward the event hall.
“The big screen.
It turned black.
Then a lady said everyone should stay calm.”
Victor moved first.
We followed him back down the hallway.
The gala had changed.
The music had stopped.
Guests stood in clusters, murmuring beneath the chandelier light.
On the massive screen where Dominic’s smiling portrait had been, a blue corporate holding slide now displayed Meridian Kline’s logo and the words: PROGRAM TEMPORARILY PAUSED.
Chloe was nowhere near the reception desk.
Anika checked her tablet.
“The board chair is requesting Dominic join the emergency call immediately.”
Dominic’s phone began ringing.
Then Victor’s.
Then Elena’s.
Around us, the polished celebration trembled beneath the weight of things unseen.
Sophia reached for my hand.
I took it.
Dominic looked at her, then at the necklace still in my other hand.
His eyes reddened.
“Sophia,” he said, his voice barely holding.
“I’m so sorry.”
She looked at him for a long moment.
“Are you still getting your prize?”
No one moved.
Dominic crouched in front of her.
“I don’t think so.”
She considered that with solemn six-year-old logic.
“Because you lied?”
He closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
“Mommy says lying makes everything messy.”
A broken sound escaped him.
“Mommy is right.”
Sophia looked at the paper necklace.
“Do you still want it?”
Dominic looked at me.
I handed it to Sophia.
This had to be her choice.
She held it for a moment, then stepped forward and placed it carefully around his neck.
The blue paper stars rested against his tuxedo shirt, bright and uneven and devastating.
“It says best daddy ever,” she whispered.
“But you have to try again tomorrow.”
Dominic covered his mouth with one hand.
Elena turned away, crying silently.
Victor looked out the window.
I knelt and pulled Sophia into my arms before anyone could ask more from her than a child should ever have to give.
Across the room, a side door opened.
Chloe emerged near the service corridor with her coat over one arm and a phone pressed to her ear.
She was moving quickly, head down, trying to pass behind a row of floral arrangemenTS.
Malcolm saw her at the same moment Victor did.
“Do not stop her physically,” Victor said quietly.
Malcolm nodded and spoke into his cuff.
Chloe reached the exit doors near the kitchen, then froze.
Two building security officers stood there, not touching her, not blocking her with force, simply present.
Victor walked toward her.
The room seemed to notice all at once.
Conversations faded.
Chloe lowered her phone.
“This is ridiculous.”
Victor stopped a few feet away.
“Leaving so soon?”
“I don’t have to answer to you.”
“No,” he said.
“But you will answer to compliance, the board, and possibly law enforcement if the document trail supports it.”
Her chin lifted.
“Dominic signed everything.”
Dominic appeared beside me, pale and still wearing Sophia’s necklace.
“What did you do, Chloe?”
She laughed once, but it sounded strained.
“What I had to.”
“To get a promotion?” Elena asked from behind him.
Chloe’s eyes snapped to her.
Something ugly moved through her expression—not cruelty exactly, but bitterness hardened over time.
“You think this was about a promotion?”
Victor’s gaze sharpened.
Chloe looked at me then, and for the first time, there was no smirk.
Only resentment.
“You have no idea what it’s like,” she said.
“People like you can disappear into a quiet little life because there’s always a family empire waiting underneath you.
Some of us build everything with our fingernails.”
I held Sophia closer.
“So you decided to destroy other people’s lives?”
“I decided to stop letting men like Dominic take credit while everyone else stays invisible.”
Dominic flinched.
Victor’s voice remained calm.
“And the leaked documents?”
Chloe smiled faintly.
“Maybe you should ask your brother.”
The room went cold.
My eyes moved to Victor.
For the first time all night, my brother’s expression changed.
Not much.
But enough.
“Which brother?” I asked.
Chloe’s smile grew smaller.
More satisfied.
Before she could answer, Anika’s phone chimed.
She looked down, read something, and went very still.
“Victor,” she said quietly.
He turned.
Anika handed him the phone.
I watched my brother read the message.
His face emptied itself of emotion, which I knew meant the news was bad.
“What is it?” I asked.
Victor did not answer.
I stepped toward him, my heart beginning to pound again.
“Victor.”
He looked at me then, and behind his controlled eyes I saw something I had not seen since we were children and our father died too suddenly for anyone to explain.
Fear.
Anika spoke because he could not.
“The board just received a second file,” she said.
Dominic’s voice was rough.
“From Chloe?”
Anika looked at him.
“No,” she said.
“From Sterling Capital.”
The words seemed impossible.
Victor shook his head once.
“That’s not possible.”
But his phone rang before anyone could respond.
The name on the screen made my stomach drop.
Graham Sterling.
My second brother.
The one who ran the bank.
Victor answered slowly and put the call on speaker.
For a moment, there was only static and the faint sound of traffic.
Then Graham’s voice came through, calm and distant.
“Vivian,” he said, “I need you to listen very carefully.
Dominic isn’t the only one who has been lying to you.”
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