Chapter 6
I stared at my father across the conference table.
“Tell me you did not sign that.”
Thomas looked at the forged document.
“I have never seen it.”
“Your seal is on it.”
“Diane had access to my office.”
Detective Ortiz leaned forward.
“Where was your notary stamp kept?”
“In a locked drawer.”
“Who had the key?”
“My wife.”
The answer sounded weak.
Everything about my father sounded weak.
He claimed he had not helped Diane.
He claimed he had only been careless.
But his carelessness had protected her for years.
Ortiz ordered a forensic examination of the document.
Until then, Emily was both a victim and a possible witness in my grandfather’s death.
The pressure was exactly what Diane wanted.
That night, someone leaked the story to a local news page.
The headline accused Emily of manipulating a dying man to steal his family’s fortune.
By morning, thousands of strangers had shared it.
They called my wife a liar.
A criminal.
A gold digger.
Emily read three comments before I took away her phone.
“They believe her,” she whispered.
“They do not know you.”
“Neither did Ryan, and he still put me in a cage.”
I had no answer.
A hospital administrator moved Emily to a private room under a different name.
Only approved visitors were allowed upstairs.
I remained beside her.
Shortly after noon, a woman wearing blue medical scrubs entered with a tray.
“I need to check her blood pressure,” she said.
Something about her voice bothered me.
Her badge was turned backward.
I stepped between her and the bed.
“What is your name?”
She froze.
Then she dropped the tray and ran.
I chased her into the hallway.
Security stopped her near the stairs.
She was not a nurse.
Her name was Melissa Crane.
She was Ryan’s former girlfriend.
Inside her bag, officers found a syringe filled with an unknown liquid and a note offering her twenty thousand dollars.
The note was signed with my father’s name.
Thomas was arrested an hour later.
He swore he had never met Melissa.
Ortiz did not know whom to believe.
The liquid in the syringe was a strong sedative.
It would not necessarily harm an adult, but it could be dangerous for a pregnant woman.
Emily started trembling when she heard.
“This will never stop.”
I held her.
“It will.”
“How?”
I did not know.
Then Ryan called from jail.
He wanted to speak to me without Diane’s attorney present.
Ortiz arranged the conversation through a recorded line.
Ryan sounded exhausted.
“Melissa contacted me last week,” he said. “She said Mom offered to clear my debts if she helped us.”
“Did you tell her to come to the hospital?”
“No. I swear.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Because Mom has been planning something for months.”
He told me Diane had created files on everyone.
She kept copies of signatures, financial records, private messages, and medical information.
If anyone challenged her, she invented evidence against them.
“Where are the files?” I asked.
“In a storage unit under my name.”
Ortiz obtained a warrant.
The unit contained boxes of documents and three computers.
On one computer, investigators found drafts of the forged statement against Emily.
They also found the note used to frame my father.
Diane had created both.
But there was another file.
It contained photographs of our house, Emily’s schedule, and detailed plans for the day I left on my business trip.
At the bottom was a list of instructions.
Force Emily to sign the confession.
Record her saying the baby is not Daniel’s.
If she refuses, trigger labor.
My hands went numb.
The final instruction was worse.
If the child survives, obtain temporary family custody before Daniel returns.
Diane never expected me to come home early.
She intended to take our baby.
Emily read the document from her hospital bed.
Then she looked at me with terror.
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At that exact moment, the fetal monitor sounded an alarm.
Her water had broken.
