Chapter 10 - The Child They Claimed Wasn't MineI enlarged the photograph.
My mother stood behind Mason.
In her hand was Frederick's birth certificate.
I knew immediately what she intended.
They didn't just want the trust.
They wanted leverage.
My son.
My wife.
My identity.
Everything.
Detective Hart called a legal team.
“We can challenge any fraudulent custody filing,” she said.
My attorney interrupted.
“Not if they already prepared one.”
The room went silent.
He looked at me.
“The most dangerous part is that they can manufacture evidence faster than we can disprove it.”
I remembered the fraudulent financial documents.
The forged signatures.
The fake death certificate.
My mother's entire strategy was built around creating paperwork.
And now Frederick was at the center of it.
Then another message arrived.
A scanned document.
A petition claiming Amy was an unfit mother.
It included photographs.
Amy sleeping.
Amy crying.
Amy holding Frederick.
Pictures taken without her knowledge.
My mother had been collecting evidence for months.
The accusation?
Neglect.
Because Amy had been forced to work during the birthday party.
My blood ran cold.
“She planned the birthday.”
My attorney nodded.
“To create evidence.”
Every photograph from that night had been staged.
Amy in the kitchen.
The dirty dishes.
The crying baby.
The relatives watching.
The entire scene could be twisted against her.
I looked at Amy.
She was shaking.
“This is my fault.”
“No.”
“She knew exactly what would happen.”
“You didn't.”
She stared at me.
Then whispered:
“There's something I never told you.”
My heart sank.
“What?”
“My mother knew Teresa.”
I froze.
“What?”
Amy looked down.
“They met before our wedding.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because I thought it was nothing.”
“What happened?”
“My mother asked Teresa for money.”
“Why?”
Amy hesitated.
“She owed someone.”
“Who?”
“She wouldn't tell me.”
I sat down.
“How much?”
“Forty thousand.”
Silence.
My mother had not only targeted me.
She had leverage over Amy's family too.
That explained how easily she'd controlled Amy.
Then I realized something.
“Your mother attended the birthday.”
Amy nodded.
“She left before you came.”
“Where was she?”
Amy thought.
“She was talking to Mason.”
We contacted her mother.
She didn't answer.
Then Detective Hart found her car.
Abandoned near the warehouse district.
Inside the vehicle was a handwritten note.
I AM SORRY.
I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WOULD GO THIS FAR.
My attorney picked up the note.
“She's alive.”
“How do you know?”
“Because if she had been killed, they wouldn't leave this behind.”
Then my father's face changed.
“They're moving tonight.”
“What?”
“Victor knows the trust clause exists.”
“So?”
“He won't negotiate anymore.”
My father looked at me.
“He'll burn the evidence.”
A notification appeared on my phone.
A live location.
The same warehouse where the note had been found.
Michael looked at me.
“We go there.”
Detective Hart stopped him.
“You're not going anywhere alone.”
We drove to the warehouse with police.
The building was empty.
Except for one table.
On it sat Frederick's blanket.
And a video screen.
It turned on automatically.
My mother appeared.
She was sitting beside my son.
He was asleep.
She looked directly into the camera.
“Connor,” she said.
“You have until midnight.”
She smiled.
“And when you come, don't bring the police.”
The screen went black.
Then the warehouse lights turned on.
A second video appeared.
Amy's mother.
Tied to a chair.
And Victor standing behind her.
He leaned toward the camera.
“Now you understand.”
My mother smiled beside him.
“This was never about your house.”
Victor corrected her.
“No.”
He looked into the lens.
“It was about the family.”
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Then he said something that made every officer in the room go silent.
“Connor, your son was never supposed to be born.”
