Chapter 6 - THE SECOND ENVELOPE AND THE COLD RAIN
I hadn't opened the yellow envelope yet.
I had been so distracted by my mother's letter that Daniel opened on stage, I hadn't looked at the one Claire found taped to the bottom of the box.
With trembling fingers, I tore the yellow paper open.
Inside was a small silver key.
Not a bank key. Not a house key.
It was the key to my father's old roll-top desk. The one we kept in our home library. The one Daniel had insisted on locking "for security" two weeks ago.
"Claire," I said, my voice hardening into steel. "We're going home."
"But Natalie said..."
"I don't care what Natalie said. Whatever Daniel needs, he doesn't have it yet."
We drove through the freezing Chicago rain, the windshield wipers slapping a frantic rhythm. I parked three blocks away from our house, hidden in the shadows of the old oak trees.
The house was dark. Daniel’s car wasn't in the driveway.
We slipped in through the back mudroom. The silence of the house felt heavy, oppressive. It didn't feel like a home anymore. It felt like a crime scene.
I walked straight to the library, Claire right behind me.
I slid the silver key into the roll-top desk. It turned with a satisfying click.
I threw the lid back.
Inside, sitting perfectly centered on the green leather blotter, was my mother's missing crystal champagne glass. The one that had broken three years ago.
It wasn't broken. He had hidden it.
But why?
I picked it up. Stuffed inside the glass was a crumpled piece of paper.
I smoothed it out under the desk lamp.
It was a pre-nuptial agreement.
Dated one week before our wedding.
My signature was at the bottom.
But I had never signed a pre-nup. Daniel had famously told me that love was the only contract we needed.
I stared at my signature. The loop on the 'y' was too sharp. The 'A' was slightly slanted.
It was a forgery.
According to this document, in the event of a divorce, I waived all rights to Mercer Hospitality, retaining only a fixed payout of fifty thousand dollars.
He was going to file for divorce tomorrow from Zurich. He was going to use this forged document to leave me with nothing, while he and his secret daughter—or just him alone—took the empire I built.
Suddenly, the library doors swung open.
The overhead lights flared on.
Daniel stood in the doorway. He was completely soaked from the rain. He didn't look like a visionary CEO anymore. He looked like a cornered animal.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to find that," he said.
May you like
He stepped into the room and locked the doors behind him.
And then he reached into his jacket.
