Audrey read the name again.

BRENNAN HAYES.

For several seconds, the letters seemed to blur.

Her husband.

The father of the child growing beneath her heart.

The man who had kissed her forehead before leaving for business trips, who had held her hand at their wedding, who had promised her father he would protect her.

His name was in an investigation report concerning her father’s death.

“Mom,” Audrey whispered. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

Margaret Vance sat across from her, both hands wrapped around a cup of tea she hadn’t touched.

“Your father died on October 18, four years ago. The police said his vehicle left the road during a storm. They called it an accident.”

“I remember.”

“You also remember Brennan arriving at the hospital before I did.”

Audrey nodded.

Brennan had been the first person to hold her when the doctor confirmed her father was gone.

He had told her everything would be okay.

He had organized the funeral.

He had handled the paperwork.

He had even helped her mother arrange the estate documents.

At the time, Audrey had considered him a blessing.

Now those memories felt contaminated.

“Why was Brennan at the property that night?”

Margaret finally looked at her.

“Your father had called him.”

“Why?”

“Because they had argued about the Maine property.”

Audrey’s stomach тιԍнтened.

“What argument?”

“Your father discovered that Brennan had approached a developer about selling part of the land without permission.”

Audrey stood abruptly.

“No. Brennan told me Dad had agreed to discuss development.”

“He lied.”

Margaret opened the folder and removed another document.

It was a letter from Richard Curran, addressed to Brennan Hayes.

The handwriting was unmistakable.

Mr. Hayes,

I have reviewed your proposal. I will not authorize the transfer of any portion of my property. My daughter is not a bargaining instrument, and my family’s land is not yours to negotiate.

Do not contact my daughter about this matter again.

Audrey read it twice.

Then she whispered:

“He was protecting me.”

Margaret nodded.

“He wanted you to have a marriage without interference. He believed Brennan would eventually accept his decision.”

“But Brennan didn’t.”

“No.”

Margaret’s voice broke.

“He went to see your father that night.”

At 9:40 p.m., Audrey called Margaret Vance, her attorney.

She needed the original investigation report, the police records, and every document connected to her father’s estate.

Margaret promised to obtain them.

But before ending the call, Audrey asked one question.

“Can Brennan be forced to disclose what happened that night?”

“If there is evidence connecting him to the incident, we can pursue the appropriate legal process.”

“And if he destroyed evidence?”

“Then the investigation will need to establish that.”

Audrey looked at the old report.

“I want the truth. Not a settlement. Not another agreement. The truth.”

“I understand.”

“No matter what it costs.”

Margaret paused.

“Then we proceed carefully.”

At 11:15 the following morning, Brennan appeared outside Audrey’s temporary apartment.

He looked terrible.

His expensive suit was wrinkled. His hair was uncombed, and the confidence that usually accompanied him had disappeared.

Audrey watched him through the security camera.

She didn’t open the door.

“Please, Audrey,” he said through the intercom. “Just five minutes.”

“You can speak through your attorney.”

“This isn’t about the divorce.”

“Then what is it about?”

“Your father.”

Audrey’s hand тιԍнтened around the phone.

“What about him?”

Brennan lowered his head.

“I need to explain something.”

“Were you with him the night he died?”

Silence.

“Brennan?”

“Yes.”

The answer landed like a physical blow.

Audrey closed her eyes.

“What happened?”

“I went to the property because he asked me to come.”

“Why?”

“We had an argument.”

“About the land?”

He didn’t answer.

“About my inheritance?”

“Audrey, please.”

“Answer me!”

Brennan looked toward the camera.

“Your father wanted to cancel a development agreement. I had already introduced the property to investors. There were contracts involved. Money had been committed.”

“Without his permission?”

“I thought he would eventually agree.”

“He told you no.”

“Yes.”

“And you went there anyway.”

Brennan rubbed his face.

“We argued. He became upset. He told me I would never be part of his family again.”

Audrey felt tears gathering.

“And then?”

Brennan’s voice dropped.

“I left.”

“What time?”

“About ten.”

“Was he alive when you left?”

He looked directly at the camera.

“Yes.”

Audrey felt her knees weaken.

“Then why didn’t you tell the police you had been there?”

“Because I didn’t want you to know about the argument.”

“You let me believe you had spent that evening at a business dinner.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“No. You were protecting yourself.”

Brennan stepped closer to the door.

“Your father was alive when I left. Audrey, I swear to you.”

She stared at him through the monitor.

“Then tell the investigators everything.”

His expression changed.

“Audrey, don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything. I’m asking you to tell the truth.”

He lowered his voice.

“If you open that investigation, the entire Hayes family will be dragged into it.”

“Perhaps they should have thought about that before.”

She disconnected the intercom.

That afternoon, something unexpected happened.

Daniel Whitmore, the financial controller, delivered a sealed package to Margaret Vance’s office.

Inside were three things:

• The original development proposal Brennan had presented to investors.

• A series of financial transfers connected to Hayes Holdings.

• A digital recording from the night Richard Curran died.

Audrey arrived at the attorney’s office shortly afterward.

Daniel was waiting.

“Mrs. Hayes, I need you to understand something. I didn’t make this recording.”

“Then who did?”

“Your father.”

Audrey stared at him.

Daniel explained that Richard had installed a security system at the Maine estate after discovering unauthorized access to his property files.

One of the cameras had recorded audio from the study.

The footage had never been included in the original police investigation because the storage system had been disconnected shortly after the accident.

Daniel had recovered a backup.

Margaret Vance connected the recording to the office speakers.

A man’s voice emerged.

Richard Curran.

Then Brennan’s.

“You have no right to interfere with my business.”

“It’s my land, Brennan.”

“The project is already underway.”

“Then stop it.”

“I can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

A chair scraped across the floor.

Then Richard spoke again.

“You married my daughter. That doesn’t give you ownership of everything she will inherit.”

Brennan’s voice became louder.

“I’m trying to build something for her!”

“Then build it with your own money.”

Silence.

Then Brennan said something that made Audrey’s blood run cold.

“If you block this deal, you’ll destroy everything I’ve worked for.”

Richard answered calmly.

“Then perhaps you should have built something honest.”

The recording ended abruptly.

Audrey covered her mouth.

Margaret Vance paused the file.

“There’s more,” Daniel said.

He opened another audio recording.

This one was dated the following morning.

A telephone conversation.

A voice identified in the file as Brennan’s father, Charles Hayes.

“Did you get the documents?”

Brennan answered.

“No. Richard refused to sign.”

“What about the land?”

“It’s still in the trust.”

“And the accident?”

There was a long silence.

Then Brennan replied:

“I’m handling it.”

The recording ended.

Nobody spoke.

Audrey felt as though the air had disappeared from the room.

“Is that enough to prove what happened to my father?”

Margaret Vance answered carefully.

“It is important evidence, Audrey. But we cannot conclude what caused his death from these recordings alone. They need to be authenticated and turned over to the appropriate investigators.”

Audrey nodded.

“Do it.”

At 6:30 p.m., Charles Hayes called an emergency family meeting.

Brennan arrived first.

Adrian Hayes, his younger brother, was already seated at the conference table. Several company directors were present.

Charles stood at the head of the room.

“I want to know what is happening with the Curran investigation.”

Brennan looked at his father.

“Who told you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

Charles slammed a folder onto the table.

“Your wife has evidence of conversations involving you and Richard Curran. She has financial documents. And now the investigators are asking questions about the night he died.”

Brennan’s face turned pale.

Adrian leaned forward.

“Perhaps you should tell everyone what happened.”

“Stay out of this.”

“No.”

Adrian opened his own folder.

“Daniel Whitmore has provided the original transaction records. The property was never transferred. The development company was never authorized to use it as collateral.”

Charles looked at Brennan.

“Is that true?”

Brennan said nothing.

Adrian continued.

“There’s another problem. The financial package submitted to investors contains a forged guarantee bearing Audrey’s signature.”

Charles slowly sat down.

“You used your pregnant wife as a guarantor?”

“I was going to correct it!”

“When?”

“When the deal closed!”

Adrian shook his head.

“You were never going to correct anything.”

Brennan suddenly stood.

“You think you’re better than me? You’ve spent your entire life hiding behind Father’s approval!”

Adrian remained seated.

“At least I never needed to steal my wife’s inheritance to prove I was successful.”

Brennan lunged toward him.

Two executives intervened.

Charles raised his voice.

“ENOUGH!”

Then he turned toward his eldest son.

“Tell me one thing. Did you have anything to do with Richard’s accident?”

Brennan’s expression changed.

For a moment, he looked genuinely frightened.

“No.”

Charles studied him.

“Then cooperate with the investigation.”

Brennan looked around the room.

He realized something.

For the first time, nobody was rushing to defend him.

At 8:47 p.m., Audrey received a call from the investigating officer.

They had reviewed the recovered recordings and were reopening several aspects of the original investigation.

They also wanted to speak with Brennan again.

Audrey thanked the officer and ended the call.

She was standing by the bedroom window when her baby suddenly kicked.

She placed her hand over her stomach.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Mommy is going to make sure we are safe.”

Her phone vibrated.

A message from Vanessa Reese.

Audrey, I know you probably hate me. But I have something you need to see. Brennan lied to me too. Please meet me. It’s about the night your father died.

Audrey stared at the message.

She called Margaret Vance.

“I need to meet Vanessa.”

“Are you sure?”

“No. But I need to know what she has.”

The meeting took place the following afternoon at a small café away from downtown.

Vanessa arrived wearing sunglᴀsses and a long gray coat.

She looked nothing like the confident woman beside Brennan’s private jet.

She placed a USB drive on the table.

“I recorded something,” she said.

Audrey didn’t touch it.

“Why?”

“Because I started to realize Brennan was lying about more than his marriage.”

Vanessa explained that, several weeks earlier, she had found an old envelope in Brennan’s home office.

Inside were copies of emails, financial instructions, and a pH๏τograph.

The pH๏τograph showed Brennan standing beside a black SUV outside the Curran estate on the night of Richard’s death.

Audrey’s throat тιԍнтened.

“Why did you keep it?”

“Because Brennan told me the pH๏τograph was meaningless. But when I asked him why he had lied about being there, he became furious.”

Vanessa pushed the USB drive closer.

“There’s a voice recording too.”

Audrey looked at her.

“Whose voice?”

“Brennan’s father.”

Vanessa swallowed.

“He was talking to someone about your father’s death.”

Audrey picked up the drive.

“What did he say?”

Vanessa’s eyes filled.

“He said, ‘Richard was supposed to sign the agreement. Now we have a much bigger problem.’”

Audrey felt cold.

“Who was he speaking to?”

“I don’t know.”

Then Vanessa added something that made Audrey freeze.

“But I recognized the other voice.”

“Whose?”

Vanessa looked directly into her eyes.

“Your mother.”

That evening, Audrey returned to Margaret’s house.

She placed the USB drive on the dining table.

“Mom, I need you to tell me the truth.”

Margaret looked at the drive.

Her face lost its color.

“Where did you get that?”

“Vanessa.”

Margaret slowly sat down.

Audrey’s voice trembled.

“Why were you speaking to Charles Hayes the night Dad died?”

Margaret covered her mouth.

For several seconds, she couldn’t speak.

Then she finally whispered:

“Because your father called me before he died.”

Audrey’s heart began pounding.

“What did he say?”

Margaret started crying.

“He told me that Brennan wasn’t the only person involved in the property deal.”

Audrey stared at her.

“Who else?”

Margaret looked toward the hallway.

Then she said the words that shattered everything Audrey thought she knew.

“Your father told me that someone in our own family had been helping the Hayes family steal the land.”

“Who?”

Margaret slowly reached into a drawer and removed an old pH๏τograph.

It showed Richard Curran standing beside three people.

Charles Hayes.

Brennan.

And a woman Audrey recognized immediately.

Her aunt, Elizabeth.

Her mother’s younger sister.

On the back of the pH๏τograph was a handwritten message:

If anything happens to me, Audrey must never trust Elizabeth with the original deed.

Audrey stared at the pH๏τograph.

Her aunt had attended her wedding.

She had held her hand when she announced her pregnancy.

She had even visited her in the hospital.

And now Audrey understood why Brennan had been so confident that the Maine property would eventually belong to him.

He hadn’t been working alone.

Her mother took Audrey’s hand.

“There is something else you need to know.”

Audrey looked at her.

“Your aunt was the last person to speak to your father before the accident.”

A long silence followed.

Then Margaret whispered:

“And she has just requested a private meeting with you.”

Audrey’s phone lit up.

A message appeared.

Audrey, I know what your mother told you. But before you accuse anyone, you need to understand why your father really died.

The sender was Elizabeth Curran.

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