MasukDamian did not deny it.“Yes,” he said. “My son had already been born.”I rested a hand over my stomach. After my fourth failed round of IVF, Damian had held me in the hospital and sworn the Moretti family could survive without an heir as long as I was alive.At the time, he already had one.“What were you thinking when you said you didn’t need a child?”“I meant it. I wanted our child, but I couldn’t keep watching the treatments destroy you. Mara was never comparable to you.”“I believe you.”Hope flickered across his face.“I believe I was always the woman you loved,” I continued. “That doesn’t change what you did. You gave Mara a home, guards, doctors, and money. You created a trust for your son, then came home and acted as though none of it existed.”“I’ll fix it.”“You spent two years fixing it. Your solution was to make everyone lie to me.”Damian’s jaw tightened. “I thought I could keep the two parts of my life separate.”“You separated your desires, your son, and your marriage,
Luca placed the tablet in front of Damian and opened the security footage from the private clinic.Elena sat alone on a bench in the corridor, the ultrasound picture resting in her hands. She watched something on her phone, then remained motionless for so long that the nurse at the desk glanced toward her more than once. When Elena finally raised a hand to her face, Damian saw the tears she had been trying to hide.A few minutes later, she made a call.Damian looked at the time displayed in the corner of the recording.It was the call he remembered.Elena had told him she did not feel well and asked him to come back. His son had been crying in his arms while Mara stood beside him. Damian had told Elena to wait, then ended the call.On the screen, Elena lowered the phone and sat there for several more minutes. She carefully placed the ultrasound image inside her bag before leaving the clinic alone.Luca said nothing as he switched to the hotel footage from the night of the foundation di
Luca returned to the study that evening with the investigation results.Damian remained in the same chair, the ultrasound and divorce papers spread across the desk. His fever had not fully broken.Luca placed a phone and several call records before him.“The messages sent to Mrs. Moretti came from a prepaid number registered under false information. We traced the signal. For the past three months, it repeatedly appeared near Miss Russo’s apartment.”“Who bought it?”“Her driver. The payment came from one of her accounts.”Damian read every page Elena had left.The oldest piece of evidence was the chapel video, recorded three months earlier. Mara had continued recording even after he ordered her to stop, then kept the video until Elena became pregnant.The messages had begun after Mara learned Elena was pregnant. After that came photographs from the apartment and messages sent during the clinic appointment.Every message made the same point.Whenever Mara called because of the child, Da
On the fourth morning, the Coast Guard suspended the main search.Damian refused to sign the report and ordered the Moretti planes and boats to continue along the flight path. He had not slept in three days. Rain had soaked through his coat repeatedly, yet he had ignored every meal and every dose of medicine his doctor brought him.When Luca urged him to rest, Damian remained before the map, reviewing the areas that had not been searched.“Send two more planes.”“The pilots have been working for over twenty hours.”“Replace them.”Damian pointed toward another section of the ocean, but his vision blurred before he finished speaking. He caught the edge of the table, then collapsed with Elena’s wedding ring still clenched in his hand.When he woke, darkness had fallen outside the private hospital room. An IV ran into his hand, and every breath felt heavy. The doctor said exhaustion, dehydration, and days in the cold rain had caused a high fever.Damian pulled out the needle.“Any news?”
The plane had left New York airspace when the city disappeared beneath the clouds.Before leaving for the foundation dinner, I had placed an envelope in the top drawer of Damian’s desk. It contained every message Mara had sent me, copies of the trust documents, photographs of Damian with his son, and the divorce papers Aunt Celeste’s lawyer had prepared.My wedding ring rested on top.I wanted Damian to understand that I had known the truth while he touched my stomach, promised to protect me, and looked into my eyes as if he had never lied.Forty minutes later, the plane landed at a private airfield in Maine. I never entered the terminal. Aunt Celeste’s security team led me through a closed hangar, where a second aircraft waited under another company’s registration.My name remained on the original flight manifest. That jet continued toward the Atlantic while I boarded the second plane with my passport, medical records, and one small suitcase.By the time Damian discovered the switch,
Mara’s words silenced the ballroom.Everyone present knew she had pursued Damian years ago and had never hidden her dislike of me. What surprised them was that she had chosen to insult his wife in front of the entire Moretti circle.Whispers moved through the crowd.“What is she trying to imply?”“She actually said that to Mrs. Moretti?”Damian’s hand tightened at my waist as he looked at Mara.“Who gave you permission to speak to my wife that way?”Mara’s smile faltered.“I was only joking. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”Damian took the champagne glass from the nearest waiter and threw its contents across her face.The pale gold liquid soaked her hair and ran down the front of her dress. No one in the room moved.“Consider that a warning,” he said coldly. “Speak to my wife that way again, and champagne will be the least of your problems.”Mara stared at him in disbelief.“Damian, I—”“Mara Russo, you seem to have forgotten why you are allowed to stand here.”The color drained from her







