Chapter 7: The Truth Claire Tried to Twist
“Give it to me,” Claire said.
Margaret held the envelope against her chest.
“Laura addressed it to Daniel.”
“You don’t know what’s inside.”
“You do,” I said.
Claire lowered the candleholder slightly.
“Laura planned to leave you.”
Rachel stared at her.
“That’s your defense?”
“It’s the truth.
She changed the trust because she no longer trusted Daniel.”
“Then why did she name me?” Rachel asked.
“Because she pitied you.”
I took the envelope from Margaret and opened it.
Claire watched my hands instead of the officers.
Laura’s letter contained three pages and a small memory card.
“Read it aloud,” Sophie said.
My voice shook on the first sentence.
“Daniel, Claire will tell you I planned to leave you.
I did meet with a lawyer, but not for a divorce.”
Claire raised the candleholder again.
“Stop.”
I continued.
“I learned Claire had opened a credit account using my name.
I changed the will to protect you and the girls from her.”
Malcolm stepped farther away from Claire.
“This is fabricated,” she said.
Laura had listed dates, account numbers, and the name of the bank employee who alerted her.
The memory card contained scanned applications bearing Laura’s forged signature.
“You used a sick woman’s identity?” Rachel asked.
“I paid her bills.”
“With accounts opened in her name?”
“She owed me.”
“For what?”
“For years of being invisible beside her!”
The words rang through the ballroom.
Claire’s face twisted as she pointed at Laura’s letter.
“She had the husband, the home, the children, and everyone called her brave.
I arranged appointments.
I collected prescriptions.
I cleaned up after all of you, and she treated me like hired help.”
“She called you her closest friend,” I said.
“She should have given me something.”
“She trusted you with her family.”
“And you chose me after she was gone.”
“You made certain I had no one else.”
Claire’s breathing turned ragged.
“I made you love me.”
“No.
You made me afraid to be alone.”
The candleholder slipped lower.
Sophie stepped forward before I could stop her.
“Did you ever love us?”
Claire looked at her for a long moment.
“I loved the life you had.”
Sophie’s eyes filled, but she did not look away.
“That isn’t the same thing.”
“No,” Claire said.
“It isn’t.”
The officer removed the candleholder from her hand.
Another officer placed restraints around her wrists.
Claire twisted toward me.
“If I go down, Margaret goes with me.
She cashed every payment.”
Margaret nodded.
“Then I will answer for every dollar.”
“You’ll lose your home.”
“If that is the price of telling them the truth, I’ll pack tonight.”
Claire laughed bitterly.
“They will never forgive you.”
Margaret looked at Emma.
“They don’t owe me forgiveness.”
Malcolm tried to leave, but the officer stopped him.
“You’ll need to explain the false court order.”
Claire turned on him.
“Tell them Daniel agreed to everything.”
“I won’t lie for you,” Malcolm said.
“You already did.”
The officer guided Claire toward the doors.
Two hundred guests moved aside without speaking.
At the threshold, she looked back at me.
“You’ll wake up one morning and understand that Laura left you with two children who will never trust you again.”
Emma buried her face against my side.
I met Claire’s eyes.
“They may need years to trust me.
I will give them every one of those years.”
The doors closed behind her.
The bank representative was still waiting on speaker.
“Mr.
Mercer,” she said, “we traced the transfer.
The funds were divided among three accounts.”
“Can you recover them?”
“Two have been frozen.
The third was emptied ten minutes ago.”
Margaret gripped the table.
“How much?”
“One hundred and sixty thousand dollars.”
“Who withdrew it?” I asked.
The answer came from the ballroom entrance.
“I did.”
A young man in a chauffeur’s uniform stood there holding Claire’s white suitcase.
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“I’m Claire’s son,” he said.
“And she never told Daniel I existed.”
