Chapter 7: The Mother Who Knew
I didn't sleep that night.
Not because I couldn't.
Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw a different version of Marcus.
The husband who held my hand during our wedding.
The man who stayed beside me when I lost my job.
The person who whispered that we were a team.
And the stranger who had spent seven years carefully choosing what parts of himself I was allowed to see.
By three in the morning, I was sitting on the edge of our bed, staring at the documents spread across the floor.
The divorce papers.
The old letter.
The financial records.
The pieces of a life that apparently existed before mine.
Marcus had been downstairs for hours.
I hadn't asked him to leave.
I hadn't asked him to stay.
I simply couldn't stand the idea of lying beside him while wondering which memories were real.
At sunrise, I heard the front door open.
I immediately stood.
For a second, fear rushed through me.
Then I remembered.
His mother.
The woman who supposedly knew everything.
I walked downstairs.
Marcus was standing near the entrance.
And beside him was an older woman wearing a cream coat and holding a small handbag.
She looked nothing like I expected.
I expected someone defensive.
Someone angry.
Someone who would protect her son no matter what.
Instead, she looked tired.
Like she had been carrying the weight of his secrets for years.
"Jasmine," Marcus said quietly.
I ignored him.
The woman looked at me.
"You're Jasmine.""
Not a question.
A statement.
I nodded.
"And you're Marcus's mother.""
Her lips pressed together.
"Yes.""
The silence between us was uncomfortable.
Then she said something that surprised me.
"I'm sorry.""
I frowned.
"For what?""
Her eyes moved around the house.
The house that was never mine.
"The fact that you had to learn this way.""
I looked at Marcus.
"You knew.""
His mother looked down.
That was all the answer I needed.
My chest tightened.
"You knew everything?""
Marcus stepped forward.
"Jasmine—"
"No.""
I looked at his mother.
"I want to hear it from her.""
The older woman took a breath.
"My name is Linda.""
I nodded.
"Linda, did you know Marcus was hiding his first marriage from me?""
She didn't answer immediately.
Then:
"Yes.""
The honesty shocked me.
Maybe because everyone else had spent the entire night giving me pieces.
She gave me the whole thing.
"When?""
"When Marcus first told me he was getting married again.""
I stared.
"So before our wedding.""
Linda nodded.
"Yes.""
My throat tightened.
"You watched me marry him knowing he had a wife before me?""
Marcus looked uncomfortable.
"Jasmine, please.""
I turned to him.
"How many people knew?""
He looked away.
That was enough.
I looked back at Linda.
"How many?""
Her voice was quiet.
"Me. Elena. Marcus.""
Three people.
Three people knew the truth.
And I was the only person who didn't.
"Why?""
Linda's expression changed.
Not anger.
Pain.
"Because Marcus begged me.""
I laughed softly.
"Of course he did.""
She looked hurt.
"He was afraid.""
"So was I.""
The words came out sharper than I intended.
"But nobody cared about what I was afraid of.""
Marcus moved closer.
"I cared.""
I looked at him.
"No.""
He stopped.
"If you cared, you would have trusted me with the truth.""
The room went silent.
Linda lowered her eyes.
"I told him not to do it.""
I looked at her.
"You told him?""
"Yes.""
"What did he say?""
She sighed.
"He said he was protecting you.""
I almost smiled.
That phrase again.
The phrase that had become an excuse for every lie.
"Everyone keeps saying that.""
Linda looked at me.
"Because Marcus believes it.""
I frowned.
"What does that mean?""
She sat down slowly.
"It means Marcus has always confused protecting people with controlling situations.""
Marcus's face tightened.
"Mom.""
"No.""
Linda looked at him.
"She deserves to know.""
I noticed something then.
Marcus didn't argue with his mother the way he argued with everyone else.
Because somewhere deep down, he respected her.
Or feared disappointing her.
Maybe both.
Linda folded her hands.
"When Marcus was young, he made a mistake.""
I waited.
"He was always trying to fix things before anyone noticed they were broken.""
I looked at Marcus.
That sounded familiar.
"When his father left, Marcus became obsessed with never being powerless.""
I frowned.
"His father left?""
Linda nodded.
"When Marcus was sixteen.""
The room grew quieter.
"He promised himself he would never be the person who needed help.""
I understood the explanation.
But I didn't accept it.
Pain could explain someone's behavior.
It couldn't excuse what they did to others.
"What does this have to do with Elena?""
Linda looked at Marcus.
Then back at me.
"Everything.""
I waited.
"After his father left, Marcus learned one lesson.""
"What lesson?""
"That the truth could destroy a family.""
I shook my head.
"And because of that, he lied to create one?""
Linda didn't respond.
Because there was no good answer.
"Tell me about the night Elena left.""
Marcus immediately said:
"Mom.""
But Linda continued.
"Elena found out about the debt.""
I nodded.
"I know.""
"No.""
Linda looked at me.
"You don't know everything.""
My stomach tightened.
"What else?""
She glanced at Marcus.
Then said:
"Elena didn't just find financial records.""
I waited.
"She found out Marcus had been communicating with Claire.""
The room became cold.
"Why?""
Marcus looked away.
Linda answered.
"Because Claire knew where the money came from.""
I frowned.
"What money?""
Linda hesitated.
"The money Marcus used to start his company.""
I stared.
"I thought it came from Elena.""
"It did.""
I waited.
"But not all of it.""
Linda's voice dropped.
"Some came from his father.""
I looked at Marcus.
"Your father?""
He nodded slightly.
"The same father who left?""
"Yes.""
I didn't understand.
"How?""
Linda looked down.
"Because Marcus's father came back.""
The room froze.
"What?""
"He came back years later.""
"Did Elena know?""
Linda shook her head.
"No.""
"Did I know?""
"No.""
I looked at Marcus.
"Why?""
His voice was quiet.
"Because I didn't want him in my life.""
"Then why take his money?""
Marcus closed his eyes.
Because he knew the answer was ugly.
"Because I needed it.""
The honesty was almost worse.
Linda continued.
"Marcus told himself it was temporary.""
I looked at him.
"But?""
"But his father wanted something in return.""
My heart sank.
"What?""
Nobody spoke.
I stepped closer.
"What did he want?""
Marcus looked at his mother.
Linda looked terrified.
Then she whispered:
"Control.""
The word settled over the room.
"What kind of control?""
Linda took a shaky breath.
"Your husband didn't just inherit debt.""
I stared.
"What?""
"He inherited a problem his father left behind.""
Marcus looked at me.
"Jasmine...""
"No.""
I shook my head.
"Don't stop her.""
Linda continued.
"Years ago, Marcus's father was involved in a business deal that went wrong.""
"How wrong?""
"Wrong enough that people were looking for him.""
I felt a chill.
"People?""
Marcus stepped forward.
"Mom, that's enough.""
But Linda didn't stop.
"Those people didn't disappear.""
My heartbeat increased.
"They eventually found Marcus.""
I looked at my husband.
"And you hid this from me?""
His face was full of regret.
"I didn't want you involved.""
"You already involved me.""
My voice cracked.
"You put my name on documents. You put my house at risk. You built our marriage on a foundation I didn't know existed.""
Marcus looked broken.
But I was tired of feeling sorry for him.
"Who are these people?""
Nobody answered.
Then Linda's phone rang.
The sound cut through the room.
She looked at the screen.
Her face changed.
Not fear.
Recognition.
I noticed.
"Who is it?""
She didn't respond.
"Linda.""
Slowly, she turned the phone toward us.
The name on the screen was visible.
A name I had never heard before.
But Marcus had.
Because the second he saw it, he stepped back.
"No.""
I looked at him.
"Who is that?""
He whispered:
"Someone who should be dead.""
The phone continued ringing.
Linda finally answered.
"Hello?""
A man's voice came through the speaker.
Even from a distance, I could hear the confidence in it.
The certainty.
Like he knew exactly what power he had.
Linda's face turned pale.
Then she looked at Marcus.
And after a few seconds, she handed the phone to him.
"He's asking for you.""
Marcus didn't move.
I stared.
"Who is it?""
Marcus slowly took the phone.
His hand was shaking.
Then he lifted it to his ear.
And said one word.
"Dad?""
The silence that followed felt endless.
Then Marcus's expression changed.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Something worse.
Shock.
Because the man on the other end said something that made Marcus look directly at me.
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And when he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper.
"He knows about Jasmine.""
