Martin arrived at ten the next morning.<\/p>\n
Claire came with him.<\/p>\n
So did her brother David.<\/p>\n
I watched them approach from the living-room window.<\/p>\n
They looked nothing like the confident group that had surrounded the Christmas tree.<\/p>\n
David's expensive coat was buttoned incorrectly.<\/p>\n
Claire kept her arms folded across her chest.<\/p>\n
Martin looked older.<\/p>\n
Not physically, perhaps.<\/p>\n
But the certainty had gone from his face.<\/p>\n
I opened the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
They stepped inside.<\/p>\n
Martin glanced around the house.<\/p>\n
He had been there many times.<\/p>\n
But this time he wasn't judging the furniture.<\/p>\n
He was studying it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you owned this place?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore Claire and I married.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Claire.<\/p>\n
She looked away.<\/p>\n
We sat in the living room.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Finally, Martin placed a folder on the coffee table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI owe you an apology.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn't touch the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou owe Sophie one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
David leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel, we didn't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDidn't know what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat the company was yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've worked there for six years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you were a contractor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never wondered why the owner kept showing up at company events?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you were a friend of the owner.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
The truth had been sitting in front of them for years.<\/p>\n
Martin opened the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is why I came.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled out copies of bank statements, corporate records, property documents, and lists of companies connected to me.<\/p>\n
I picked up the first page.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get these?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn't answer.<\/p>\n
I looked at Claire.<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't give him anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward David.<\/p>\n
He shifted in his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at his father.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found some of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was worried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you were hiding money.\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought I was stealing from my own company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you thought I was hiding assets from Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
The divorce had not been a private matter.<\/p>\n
The family had been preparing for it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho hired the investigator?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire's expression changed.<\/p>\n
Martin looked down.<\/p>\n
David finally answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Linda.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, years of questions made sense.<\/p>\n
Linda had asked how much work I had.<\/p>\n
Whether business was slow.<\/p>\n
Whether I owned our house.<\/p>\n
Whether the truck was mine.<\/p>\n
Whether I had investments.<\/p>\n
I had always assumed she was simply nosy.<\/p>\n
She had been collecting information.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
David rubbed his palms together.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thought Claire had the right to know what you were worth before filing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe already knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey weren't entitled to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin's jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou married into this family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd apparently that made my bank accounts a family discussion.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
I picked up another document.<\/p>\n
It showed a partial ownership structure of my business.<\/p>\n
Holding companies.<\/p>\n
Commercial properties.<\/p>\n
Investments.<\/p>\n
The numbers were mostly accurate.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed one valuation.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey missed something.\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe holding company listed here owns my commercial properties.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found fourteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what the investigator found.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are twenty-eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
David went pale.<\/p>\n
Martin stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-eight?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much are they worth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence filled the room.<\/p>\n
Claire finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery time you asked whether we were going to be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI meant financially.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face tightened.<\/p>\n
I could see that my answer hurt her.<\/p>\n
What I couldn't determine was whether she was grieving the marriage or the version of me she had believed she married.<\/p>\n
Claire reached toward my hand.<\/p>\n
I moved mine away.<\/p>\n
Martin stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to make this right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel, I made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made a series of decisions.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lowered his head.<\/p>\n
Then he said something I hadn't expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was jealous.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had what I wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA life.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy business failed years ago. I never recovered. When Claire married you, I thought you were beneath her. Then I watched you build something I couldn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hated you for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, Martin had given me an honest answer.<\/p>\n
I almost respected him for it.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still put my daughter outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what I won't forgive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think this is about money.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is about what you taught my daughter she was worth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin left.<\/p>\n
David followed.<\/p>\n
Claire remained.<\/p>\n
She stood beside the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you hate me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She seemed surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish things were different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould we start again?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
Then she reached into her purse.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have something for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She placed a small envelope on the table.<\/p>\n
I picked it up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original divorce agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already received a copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one is different.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside was a handwritten note.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Claire had withdrawn the divorce petition.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou withdrew it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I finally understood what I was doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou understood after your family started losing money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIsn't it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She had no answer.<\/p>\n
I handed the envelope back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI won't let anyone manipulate me into staying married.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why withdraw it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I don't want to leave you anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already left.\u201d<\/p>\n
She began to cry.<\/p>\n
I opened the door.<\/p>\n
Before she reached her car, she turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI really did love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I believed her.<\/p>\n
That was the cruelest part.<\/p>\n
After she left, I returned to my office.<\/p>\n
Something about Martin's folder bothered me.<\/p>\n
The investigator had information that shouldn't have been available to a private investigator working from public records.<\/p>\n
There were internal company figures.<\/p>\n
Client information.<\/p>\n
Private documents.<\/p>\n
Material that had never been published.<\/p>\n
I called Sterling.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to trace the source of these documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause some of them came from inside the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll start immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, Sterling called.<\/p>\n
His voice was unusually serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone accessed your private files three months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don't know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it an employee?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire's brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
David.<\/p>\n
I stared at the wall.<\/p>\n
The same man who had just sat in my living room acting surprised by what I owned had apparently been inside my company's private records.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBanking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProperty?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClient contracts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a cold pressure settle behind my ribs.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he need all that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what we're trying to determine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the divorce papers.<\/p>\n
Then toward the window.<\/p>\n
Snow was falling again.<\/p>\n
Suddenly Christmas Eve felt different.<\/p>\n
Maybe the divorce papers had not been the beginning.<\/p>\n
Maybe they had been the last step in something that had started months earlier.<\/p>\n
I called David.<\/p>\n
He answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome to my office tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I know what you accessed.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hung up.<\/p>\n
A minute later, my phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
A message.<\/p>\n
I'm sorry.<\/p>\n
Two words.<\/p>\n
Nothing else.<\/p>\n
I forwarded it to Sterling.<\/p>\n
Then I opened the company's security logs.<\/p>\n
David's access records appeared first.<\/p>\n
But another entry caught my eye.<\/p>\n
Same night.<\/p>\n
Same computer.<\/p>\n
Different account.<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
The account belonged to Claire.<\/p>\n
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