Chapter 5 - The Man Who Was Supposed to Be Dead
Richard Voss contacted me himself.
He called at 1:06 in the morning.
“I know what you've found.”
His voice was older than I remembered.
But unmistakable.
“You should be dead.”
“I've been many things.”
“You lied about your identity.”
“I survived.”
“You tried to destroy my family.”
“No.”
His voice hardened.
“I tried to protect what your father stole from me.”
“My father didn't steal from you.”
“You don't know the truth.”
“Then tell me.”
A pause.
“Come to the old warehouse.”
Rachel immediately said no.
Ethan said it was probably a trap.
I knew they were right.
I also knew I needed answers.
I went with security.
Richard was waiting.
He looked older than the last photograph I had seen.
But his eyes were sharp.
“You have Laura's evidence.”
“Yes.”
“Then you know your father wasn't innocent.”
“I know you were stealing.”
“So was he.”
Richard claimed my father had hidden millions from him after a business deal.
He showed me accounting records.
For a moment, I doubted everything.
Then Ethan spotted something.
The dates.
The transaction codes.
They were wrong.
The records had been altered recently.
Richard's final lie collapsed under the weight of his own paperwork.
He had recreated the past.
He had manufactured a story where he was the victim.
But he had made one mistake.
He didn't know Laura had kept the originals.
I confronted him.
He became furious.
“You think you're better than me?”
“No.”
“You inherited everything.”
“I inherited a family.”
“You inherited power.”
“And nearly lost my daughters because of it.”
He stepped closer.
“You were always weak.”
“No.”
I looked at him.
“I was trusting.”
Richard smiled.
“Same thing.”
The police entered.
Richard's expression changed.
Ethan had recorded the entire conversation.
Richard was arrested.
The investigation exploded.
His companies were dismantled.
The fraudulent accounts were exposed.
The remaining witnesses came forward.
Even people who had stayed silent for years finally testified.
Claire cooperated fully.
Dr. Mercer was charged.
The hospital conducted its own investigation.
And the truth about Laura's final days finally became public.
She had been sick.
She had been frightened.
But she had also been fighting.
She had spent the last weeks protecting her daughters.
Protecting me.
And trying to leave enough evidence behind to make the truth unavoidable.
At the same time, my daughters began therapy.
Sophie had nightmares.
Emma had developed a fear of locked doors.
I learned to sit quietly beside them when they cried.
I stopped trying to fix everything.
Sometimes love meant simply staying.
One evening, Sophie asked me something.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Are you still going to marry Claire?”
The question broke my heart.
“No.”
“Because she's bad?”
I thought carefully.
“Because our relationship was built on lies.”
Sophie nodded.
“Do you hate her?”
“No.”
Emma looked surprised.
“Why not?”
“Because hating someone doesn't bring us back the time we lost.”
Sophie looked at me.
“Can we have our time back?”
I pulled her close.
“No.”
She started crying.
“But I can give you every day from now on.”
She rested her head against my chest.
“That sounds good.”
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It wasn't a perfect ending.
But it was a real beginning.
