Chapter 4 - The Hidden Account
Three days passed.
Jonathan was still alive.
More importantly, he was improving.
The doctors quietly changed his treatment plan.
His heart function began stabilizing.
The suspected toxic exposure was being addressed.
No one told Victoria.
She believed the original diagnosis remained unchanged.
On the fourth morning, she entered Jonathan's room expecting to find a dying man.
Instead, she found him sitting upright.
“Good morning.”
She stopped.
“Jonathan?”
He smiled.
“I feel stronger.”
Her face went pale.
“You shouldn't.”
The words escaped before she could stop them.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“I mean…”
She recovered quickly.
“I mean, that's wonderful.”
He smiled.
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
She approached cautiously.
“You look different.”
“Maybe I'm getting better.”
Victoria stared at him.
Then her phone rang.
She stepped into the hallway.
It was Raymond.
“He's improving,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“How?”
“I have someone watching the hospital.”
Victoria's voice trembled.
“What do we do?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Don't panic.”
“I am panicking.”
“You said the doctor gave him five days.”
“He was supposed to be dying.”
Raymond became quiet.
“Then we need another plan.”
Victoria looked through the glass window.
Jonathan was watching her.
She quickly ended the call.
That afternoon, Marcus showed Jonathan something.
A bank record.
“There is a financial connection between your wife and Raymond Price.”
Jonathan stared.
“How much?”
“Over the last year? Nearly $600,000.”
“For what?”
“We don't know yet.”
“Find out.”
“We're trying.”
Daniel entered.
“We found something else.”
He placed a folder on the bed.
“Your wife has been preparing for your death for months.”
Inside were documents.
Property listings.
A luxury home in Malibu.
Travel arrangements.
A private investment account.
Even a draft obituary.
Jonathan stared at the pages.
One photograph showed Victoria and Raymond standing outside a beachfront mansion.
The date was two months earlier.
Jonathan's hands trembled.
“She was planning this while sleeping beside me.”
Marcus nodded.
“I'm sorry.”
Jonathan looked at him.
“Don't be.”
He closed the folder.
“Now I know what we're dealing with.”
Then Daniel revealed the final piece.
“The new estate plan has been activated.”
Jonathan looked up.
“What happens if I die?”
“Victoria receives almost nothing.”
“And Lucas?”
“Lucas receives the medical trust.”
“And Chloe?”
“Her surgery and lifelong care are fully funded.”
Jonathan closed his eyes.
That was what mattered.
Not revenge.
Protection.
He wanted Victoria to understand that she had spent four years calculating what she would inherit from a man she intended to kill.
She had never considered the possibility that he might outsmart her.
That evening, Victoria came to the hospital.
She sat beside him.
“Do you remember when we met?”
“Yes.”
“You said I made you feel young.”
“I remember.”
“I loved those days.”
Jonathan stared at her.
“Did you?”
She looked away.
“I still love you.”
He almost laughed.
Instead, he asked:
“Victoria, if I died tomorrow, what would you do?”
She swallowed.
“I'd be devastated.”
“Would you?”
She looked into his eyes.
“Yes.”
Jonathan nodded.
“Good.”
She kissed his forehead.
Then she left.
Outside the hospital, Marcus watched her get into her car.
“She believes she's still winning.”
May you like
Jonathan looked through the window.
“Let her.”
