Only one sentence written by hand.
You need to be there when Nathan says his vows.
My pulse quickened.
I opened it.
Inside was a flash drive.
Graham and I spent the next hour checking it.
No viruses.
No hidden files.
Just one video.
The recording began inside a hotel office.
Nathan’s office.
Camille was sitting across from someone whose face was hidden.
But the voice was clear.
A voice I recognized immediately.
Judith Shaw.
Nathan’s mother.
“You did exactly what I asked.”
Camille smiled.
“I told you he would leave her.”
Judith poured champagne.
“She was always too calm. Too independent. Nathan needed someone who understood the importance of the family name.”
My hands tightened.
Then Camille said something that made my blood run cold.
“What about the baby?”
Judith smiled.
“The baby is the only thing that matters.”
A pause.
Then:
“Once Nathan marries you and announces the heir, everything transfers.”
I looked at Graham.
“Transfers what?”
He was already searching.
Then his face changed.
“Claire…”
“What?”
He turned his laptop toward me.
The Caldwell Building Supply Trust.
My family trust.
The one my father created.
The one Nathan had tried to claim during the divorce.
A clause appeared.
Control transfers only upon birth of a male descendant carrying the Shaw name.
My hands went numb.
They didn’t just want Nathan to have a son.
They needed one.
Because without that child…
They couldn’t access millions.
They couldn’t control my family’s assets.
They couldn’t touch Elodie’s inheritance.
The entire divorce.
The affair.
The pregnancy.
It was all part of a plan.
One month later, the wedding day arrived.
The same luxury hotel Nathan managed.
