Brook’s voice was ice. Well, that was a mistake she won’t live to regret. Did you really think we’d let her recover? Those new treatments she’s receiving. Let’s just say we have friends in many places. My heart clenched, but I kept my expression neutral. Actually, she didn’t have to tell me anything. I already knew.
You see, Richard Harrison wasn’t just consulting with Leah that day. He was building a case, gathering allies. And one of those allies was my father. Matthew took a step forward. What are you talking about? Your father died in a car accident 12 years ago. Did he? I pulled out my phone and opened a photo. This was taken the day before Richard died.
Security footage from a cafe in Burlington. I held it up showing Richard Harrison sitting with my father. Documents spread between them. Dad was in forensic accountant. He’d been tracking your family’s activities for years. When he got too close, I let the sentence hang. Brook’s composure cracked just slightly. You’re bluffing, am I? Where do you think I learned to keep such detailed records to build evidence so carefully? Dad taught me everything before you had him killed.
And I’ve been planning this moment since the day Matthew first asked me out. I turned to my husband. Did you really think it was coincidence that you met me at that charity gala? That I just happened to be the successful businesswoman you were looking for? Matthew’s face went pale. You You knew all this time.
I knew what you were. What your family did to successful women, how you trapped them, drained them, destroyed them. Leah wasn’t just helping me gather evidence these past few years. She was helping me finish Dad’s work. I walked to Brook’s chair and reached behind it, feeling for the hidden latch dad had told me about years ago, the one Richard had shown him.
