Chapter 2 - HE THOUGHT THIS WAS A CORPORATE EVENT
“I’m Caroline’s husband,” the man repeated in the heavy silence of the living room. “She told me this was a work event.”
Vincent didn’t move. He didn’t blink.
He just kept his hand on the back of his mother’s wheelchair.
Caroline’s face lost all its color. The confident, icy woman who had ordered me to hand over my house key just moments ago was suddenly struggling to draw breath.
“Mark,” she said, her voice thin and desperate. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to wait at the apartment.”
Mark looked at her, his easy smile faltering. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his gray overcoat.
“You texted me to come to the front door,” he said. “You said your boss needed to sign the lease for the corporate housing.”
He held the paper out toward Vincent.
“Mr. DeLuca, right? Caroline said your firm was sponsoring the new apartment for our family.”
Nobody moved to take the paper.
Vincent looked at the document, then at Caroline.
“My firm,” Vincent said. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement that chilled the air in the room.
“Vincent, I can explain,” Caroline started, taking a step toward him. “He’s… he’s unwell. Mark has episodes. He gets confused.”
Mark stiffened, his hand dropping to his side. “I’m not confused, Care. You’ve been planning this corporate move for three months. You said your promotion depended on housing the elderly client—” he glanced apologetically at Helen “—before the merger.”
Helen sat perfectly still in her wheelchair. She didn’t look confused. She looked like a woman who had been waiting for a bomb to go off.
“He’s lying,” Caroline said, her voice rising in pitch. She turned to the guests, her fake smile trembling. “I’m so sorry, everyone. This is a private medical issue. Security will escort him out.”
The guard at the door looked at Vincent for confirmation.
Vincent raised one finger. Just a fraction of an inch.
The guard stepped back and folded his hands behind his back.
“Let me understand this,” Vincent said softly. He stepped away from his mother and walked slowly toward Mark. “You believe your wife is at a work event. To finalize an apartment lease for her family, paid for by my company.”
“Yes,” Mark said, though he was beginning to realize something was terribly wrong. He looked at the elaborate floral arrangements, the catered champagne, and the photographer. “Is… is this not a corporate dinner?”
“No,” Vincent said. “It’s an engagement party.”
Mark frowned. “Whose?”
Vincent didn’t answer him. Instead, he turned his head slowly to look at Caroline.
“You’ve been married this whole time?” Vincent asked.
Caroline’s eyes darted to the exits. “Vincent, please. We were separated. The divorce is almost final. I only kept him around because of the boy.”
The room went completely still.
“The boy?” Helen asked from her wheelchair.
Caroline shot my employer’s mother a venomous look. “Shut up, Helen.”
Vincent moved so fast I didn’t even see him step forward. Suddenly, he was standing inches from Caroline, his voice a low, terrifying rumble.
“Do not ever speak to my mother like that again.”
Caroline flinched, shrinking back.
“I packed Mrs. DeLuca’s bags exactly as Caroline instructed,” I said quietly, stepping into the silence. “But I didn’t just pack clothes.”
Vincent turned his heavy gaze to me. “What else, Nora?”
I reached into the pocket of my apron. I had found it shoved at the bottom of Helen’s sewing basket when I was ordered to empty her room.
I pulled out a small, velvet jewelry box and handed it to Vincent.
“She told me to throw the sewing basket away,” I said. “But I checked it first.”
Vincent opened the box.
Inside wasn’t jewelry. It was a stack of carefully folded ATM receipts and a child’s birth certificate.
Vincent unfolded the certificate. He read the name. Then he looked at Caroline.
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