“You already ruined everything yourself,” I shot back.
Chad pulled out his smartphone and sneered, saying, “I still have something that will utterly destroy your father.”
He played an old audio recording.
Christopher’s voice came through clearly, saying, “Make him disappear. I do not want to see him anywhere near this city tomorrow.”
The man Christopher referred to was a former partner named Wayne Montgomery, who had died only days later in a suspicious violent car crash.
Chad smiled wickedly and said, “Your mother kept that secret recording hidden for over twenty years. If you do not execute a full release of all inheritance claims from Christopher, this recording goes to the prosecutor and the news networks tonight.”
I returned to my father’s estate with trembling hands.
Late that night, an unexpected visitor arrived at the gates.
Brenda.
My husband’s young mistress.
She entered the study and said, “Chad has no idea who I actually am.”
Then she placed an old photograph on the desk.
It showed a younger Brenda standing beside Wayne Montgomery.
“Wayne was my older brother,” she revealed quietly.
I realized then that Brenda had not entered our lives by chance either.
And as she began explaining, it became clear that none of us had understood the full picture.
PART 3
Brenda sat across from me inside the quiet library of my father’s home.
The arrogant smirk she had worn at the courthouse was gone.
“I was only eleven years old when Wayne died,” Brenda explained. “He was like a father to me, and my mother spent her whole life insisting that Christopher Lindqvist had him killed.”
She glared bitterly at my father.
Christopher remained near the window and answered calmly.
“I did have a heated disagreement with your brother, Brenda. He was using shell companies to extort our business partners, and when I said ‘make him disappear,’ I was telling my legal team to sever his contracts and remove him from our local projects. I never ordered anyone’s murder.”
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