Chapter 8: The Signature That Should Not Exist
I stared at the document.
The date.
The signature.
The impossible contradiction.
My mother had signed something three months after her death.
Nobody spoke.
Not even Richard.
Finally, my father whispered:
“That’s impossible.””
I looked at him.
“Yes.””
He took the paper from my hand.
“She couldn’t have signed this.””
“No.””
His fingers trembled.
“Someone forged it.””
Richard stepped closer.
“Not just forged.””
He pointed at the document.
“Used.””
I looked at him.
“Explain.””
Richard picked up the paper carefully.
“This agreement transferred ownership of several private assets into a holding company.””
“Whose holding company?””
Richard looked at me.
“Meridian Holdings.””
The same name.
The same company connected to the missing money.
My father’s face changed.
“They used my wife’s identity.””
“Yes.””
“For what?””
“To gain control over assets your mother protected.””
I looked around the archive room.
“She knew.””
Richard nodded.
“She knew something valuable was hidden.””
“What?””
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he walked to the shelves.
“There was one file your mother refused to give me.””
“Why?””
“Because she didn’t trust anyone.””
The words hurt.
Even Richard looked affected.
“She told me, ‘If they know I have it, Evelyn will never be safe.’”
My heart stopped.
“My mother said that?””
“Yes.””
I touched the edge of the desk.
“She was protecting me.””
Richard nodded.
“She always did.””
My father turned away.
I saw his shoulders shake.
Quietly.
Almost invisibly.
But I saw.
Because I knew him.
He was grieving all over again.
Not just losing my mother.
Realizing he had failed to protect her.
Then a sound came from outside.
A door closing.
We froze.
Richard immediately turned off the lights.
“Someone’s here.””
My father whispered:
“Who?””
Richard didn’t answer.
Footsteps approached.
Slow.
Confident.
Not someone searching.
Someone who knew exactly where they were going.
A shadow passed beneath the archive door.
Then a voice.
“Evelyn.””
I recognized it.
My blood went cold.
Celeste.
Richard looked at me.
“She followed you.””
The door handle moved.
My father stepped forward.
But I stopped him.
“No.””
He looked at me.
“What are you doing?””
I whispered:
“Finding out what she knows.””
The door opened.
Celeste entered.
She was wearing a black coat.
No diamonds.
No perfect smile.
No performance.
For the first time, she looked like herself.
A dangerous person without a mask.
“You always were curious,” she said.
I stared at her.
“You tried to kill my father.””
She smiled slightly.
“And you still think that was the biggest thing I did.””
My father stepped forward.
“Get out.””
Celeste looked at him.
“Jonathan.””
The way she said his name made my skin crawl.
“You really have no idea, do you?””
“I know enough.””
“No.””
She shook her head.
“You know what Evelyn showed you.””
She looked around the archive room.
“But you don’t know what your wife discovered.””
I stepped closer.
“Tell me.””
Celeste laughed softly.
“Why would I?””
“Because you’re cornered.””
Her expression changed.
“You think I’m cornered?””
She walked toward the desk.
“I’m the only person in this room who knows what really happened.””
Richard’s voice became cold.
“You’re lying.””
Celeste looked at him.
“You would know about lies, wouldn’t you?””
The insult landed.
Richard said nothing.
I noticed.
“Why are you here, Celeste?””
She looked at me.
“To make a deal.””
My father stared at her.
“A deal?””
“Yes.””
She reached into her coat.
Everyone tensed.
But she didn’t pull out a weapon.
She pulled out a photograph.
She placed it on the desk.
“This is what your mother was trying to hide.””
I picked it up.
And my heart stopped.
It was my mother.
Standing beside someone.
Someone I knew.
Someone impossible.
Because the person beside her was the same person Celeste had just accused.
Richard.
But that wasn’t what shocked me.
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It was the date.
The photo was taken one week after my mother’s supposed death.
