Chapter 2: The Photograph on the Floor
The word hit me like a physical blow.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't speak.
I just stood there staring at that tiny face — and felt the floor shift beneath my feet.
Grace slowly raised her eyes to mine.
She wasn't angry.
She wasn't defiant.
She looked exhausted in a way that went bone-deep, like a woman who had been carrying something unbearable for a very long time.
"Nathan," she said quietly.
"I tried to tell you.
Four years ago.
I tried."
"She's lying." Victoria's voice cut across the kitchen, sharp and fast.
"She's a housekeeper.
She's desperate.
She'll say anything to save herself right now."
But Grace didn't flinch.
She reached into the small front pocket of her uniform with a trembling hand and placed something on the tile floor between us.
A photograph.
I recognized it immediately.
It was taken at the company retreat — five years ago.
Grace and I.
Before Victoria.
Before the engagement.
Before everything I thought I knew about my life.
My hands were shaking as I picked it up.
"There's a document too," Grace whispered.
"In the safe.
The one she told you I was stealing from." She paused.
"I wasn't stealing, Nathan.
I was trying to get it back before she destroyed it."
Victoria took one step toward Grace — and I stepped between them.
"Don't." My voice came out low and steady in a way I didn't feel.
Victoria's eyes went cold.
"You have no idea what you're protecting," she said softly.
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What's in that document — and what has Victoria already done to keep it hidden?
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