Chapter 2 - Garrett Thought the Threat Was My Folder—Until His Grandmother Admitted Someone Had Tried to Erase My Twins Before They Were BornGarrett grabbed his grandmother's arm.
“What did you mean?”
She pulled away.
“Not here.”
“You're going to explain this.”
“No.”
“Grandmother.”
She looked terrified.
That frightened me more than anything else.
The woman had survived decades of family lawsuits, hostile acquisitions, political scandals, and corporate wars.
I had never seen her afraid.
Not until she looked at Evan and Emma.
I pulled the twins closer.
“What happened to them?”
She said nothing.
I stepped forward.
“What did your family do?”
Garrett looked at me.
“I swear I didn't know.”
I believed him.
At least about this.
That was the strange part.
After four years of hating him, I had learned how complicated the truth could be.
Garrett had hurt me.
He had betrayed me.
He had humiliated me.
But there were some things he genuinely had not known.
The pregnancy was one.
The hidden trust was another.
And apparently—
the attempt to erase our children.
My father-in-law finally stepped forward.
“Mother.”
She shook her head.
“We can't do this here.”
“Then where?”
He looked around at the guests.
“Inside.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“This started with me.”
He looked at me.
“This involves the family.”
“It involves my sons.”
“They are my grandsons.”
“Then start talking.”
Silence.
Garrett looked at me.
“Rebecca, please.”
I stared at him.
“Please what?”
“Come inside.”
“No.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“You've had seven years.”
His jaw tightened.
“I know.”
The words surprised me.
He wasn't arguing.
He wasn't arrogant.
He looked tired.
Genuinely tired.
Then his grandmother spoke.
“Bring the boys.”
I looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because it is time.”
We entered the mansion.
The party continued outside.
Inside, the air felt different.
Cold.
Heavy.
His family sat around a long dining table.
Garrett.
His parents.
His grandmother.
Tessa.
Alexander.
Me.
The twins remained beside me.
His grandmother spoke first.
“Seven years ago, your husband came to me.”
She looked at Garrett.
“Do you remember?”
He frowned.
“No.”
“You had just married Rebecca.”
“I remember.”
“You were worried.”
“About what?”
“About having a child.”
Garrett's face changed.
“We weren't planning one.”
She looked at me.
“Your wife was already pregnant.”
He turned sharply.
“What?”
I had never told him how early I'd known.
The truth was, I hadn't known when I left.
I discovered the pregnancy after the divorce papers were already signed.
Garrett looked at me.
“You knew?”
“No.”
He stared.
“You didn't know?”
“I found out afterward.”
He sank back into the chair.
Seven years of anger suddenly had somewhere else to go.
His grandmother continued.
“You were expected to marry another woman.”
Tessa stiffened.
“Grandmother.”
“Don't.”
She turned to her.
“You knew.”
Tessa looked away.
I understood.
The engagement hadn't been a coincidence.
It had been arranged.
Garrett had been maneuvered.
I had been removed.
The twins had been considered a problem.
“Why?” I asked.
His grandmother looked at me.
“Because the family trust required the primary heir to produce a legitimate successor approved by the board.”
“That doesn't explain why my children were targeted.”
“It does.”
She opened a drawer.
Pulled out an old document.
“The trust was worth billions.”
“The family's voting shares were protected.”
“If you and Garrett had remained married, your children would automatically control the shares when Garrett retired.”
“So?”
She looked at Garrett.
“Your father believed your children would make him irrelevant.”
Garrett froze.
“My father?”
“Yes.”
“He tried to remove my sons?”
“Not exactly.”
“What did he do?”
“He tried to convince me that the boys were not Garrett's.”
I stared.
“What?”
She nodded.
“He said Rebecca had been unfaithful.”
Garrett looked at me.
“I never believed that.”
“You didn't?”
“No.”
His grandmother continued.
“He arranged a DNA test.”
“With fake results.”
I felt sick.
“He intended to prove you were not the father.”
Garrett looked at me.
“I never saw it.”
“Because the test was destroyed.”
“Why?”
“Because someone discovered it was fraudulent.”
“Who?”
She looked at Alexander.
Everyone stared.
Alexander remained calm.
“I wasn't involved.”
“Not then,” she whispered.
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
She looked at me.
“The person who discovered the fraud was your mother.”
I stopped breathing.
“My mother?”
“Yes.”
“My mother died before the divorce.”
“No.”
I stared.
“What?”
“She disappeared.”
I shook my head.
“I attended her funeral.”
“It was staged.”
My blood ran cold.
“You're saying my mother is alive?”
“Yes.”
Garrett looked stunned.
Alexander's expression changed.
He hadn't known.
I turned toward him.
“You didn't know?”
“No.”
“Then who knew?”
She whispered:
“Your father.”
I nearly stopped breathing.
“My father?”
“Yes.”
He had died when I was fourteen.
At least I thought he had.
The room was spinning.
“What did they know?”
“Your parents discovered the trust.”
“They discovered the plan.”
“And they tried to protect you.”
“From whom?”
“The entire Sullivan family.”
Garrett stood.
“This is insane.”
His grandmother looked at him.
“Your father became obsessed with control.”
“He believed Rebecca was dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because she knew too much.”
“What did I know?”
“That the trust existed.”
“But I didn't.”
“You did.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“You knew after your father told you.”
“My father died when I was fourteen.”
“Yes.”
“Then how?”
She looked at me.
“Your father didn't die.”
I felt the room go silent.
Every memory of my childhood changed shape.
The funeral.
The black cars.
My mother's tears.
The closed coffin.
The people who told me not to ask questions.
My father's voice.
His last words to me:
“Stay away from the Sullivans.”
I'd spent years thinking he'd been afraid of them because of business.
Maybe he'd known.
Maybe he'd seen this coming.
Then my phone vibrated.
Unknown number.
A message.
You're closer than I expected.
Another.
Tell Alexander to stop digging.
Another.
Or the twins disappear next.
I looked at Alexander.
He had seen the messages.
His expression became cold.
“No one threatens your children.”
He stood.
Garrett looked at him.
“What are you going to do?”
Alexander didn't answer.
Instead, he called someone.
“Secure the children.”
I pulled Evan and Emma closer.
Garrett watched.
For the first time, I saw fear in his face.
Real fear.
Not fear of losing money.
Fear of losing his sons.
I asked his grandmother:
“Who is doing this?”
She whispered:
“Your father's brother.”
“My uncle?”
“Yes.”
Garrett frowned.
“What's his name?”
She closed her eyes.
“Victor Pierce.”
Alexander's face changed.
“You know him.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Alexander looked at me.
“He's been trying to destroy my company for years.”
I stared.
“So this isn't just about the family.”
“No.”
“What is it about?”
Alexander answered:
“Control of an international trust.”
The same trust that connected our families.
May you like
The same trust my twins were set to inherit.
The same trust someone had been willing to kill for.
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