Chapter 6: The Enemy I Never Saw Coming
I stared at the phone.
I couldn’t process the words.
“My wife’s father.””
No.
That didn’t make sense.
It couldn’t.
Amy’s father had barely been part of our lives. He lived in another state, called on holidays, and visited Frederick twice since he was born.
He wasn’t someone I trusted deeply.
But he wasn’t someone I feared either.
Not until that moment.
“Mr. Collins,” I said slowly, “are you sure?””
The investigator didn’t answer right away.
That silence hurt more than a quick answer.
“I don’t make claims without evidence, Connor.””
My eyes moved to Amy.
She was still holding Frederick.
She noticed my expression.
“Who was it?””
I couldn’t say it.
Not yet.
Not while looking at her.
“What did my father-in-law do?”” I asked into the phone.
“The transfer records show a connection between him and one of the accounts your mother used.””
“Connection how?””
“Money was moved through a business account connected to him.””
I walked away from Amy.
My chest felt heavy.
“Are you saying he helped steal from my father?””
“I’m saying he may have been involved.””
May have been.
A small difference.
But an important one.
Because I had learned something that day.
People could look guilty and still hide the truth.
My mother had done exactly that.
“Where is he now?””
“I don’t know.””
“Can you find out?””
“Yes.””
I looked at the folder on the table.
The one my mother had left behind.
The one full of plans and secrets.
“Find everything.””
“I already started.””
The call ended.
I stood there for a long time.
Amy slowly approached.
“Connor.””
I turned around.
Her eyes searched my face.
“What happened?””
I looked at my wife.
The person I wanted to trust more than anyone.
But my mind was full of questions.
“My mother wasn’t working alone.””
Amy froze.
“What do you mean?””
“There was someone else.””
“Who?””
I hesitated.
And that hesitation was enough.
Her face changed.
“Connor.””
I hated myself for that moment.
Because I saw the fear return.
The same fear my mother had created.
The fear that I would stop believing her.
“It’s your father.””
Amy went completely still.
“My father?””
I nodded.
She slowly shook her head.
“No.””
“Amy—”
“No.””
Her voice became stronger.
“My father wouldn’t do this.””
I looked down.
“I don’t know.””
That hurt her.
I saw it.
Not anger.
Pain.
Because suddenly she was standing where I had been hours earlier.
Defending someone she loved.
Trying to believe they couldn’t betray her.
“I need to call him,” she said.
“I agree.””
She grabbed her phone.
But before she could dial, another call came in.
Unknown number.
I answered.
“Hello?””
A man’s voice.
“Connor Hayes?””
“Yes.””
“This is David Carter.””
Amy’s face changed.
She recognized the name.
“My father,” she whispered.
I put the phone on speaker.
There was silence.
Then David spoke.
“I heard there was a problem.””
I looked at Amy.
“How did you hear?””
“Your wife called me.””
Amy shook her head.
“I haven’t called yet.””
Another silence.
A strange one.
Then David said:
“Your mother called me.””
My stomach tightened.
“When?””
“This morning.””
“Why?””
“She wanted me to help calm things down.””
Amy stepped closer.
“What does that mean?””
David sighed.
“Amy…”
“No.””
Her voice shook.
“Tell me.””
There was another pause.
Then he said:
“Your mother told me Connor discovered the documents.””
I felt a chill.
“How did she know?””
Nobody answered.
Because everyone knew the answer.
She had people watching.
David continued.
“She asked me to convince you to leave Connor.””
Amy’s face went pale.
“What?””
“She said your marriage was unstable.””
I almost laughed.
The person who caused the instability was telling others we were the problem.
“She wanted you to come stay with me.””
Amy stared at the phone.
“Why?””
David was quiet.
Then:
“She said if you left, Connor would become reasonable again.””
My hands tightened.
Reasonable.
That was how my mother described obedience.
“Amy,” David said softly, “I’m sorry.””
She closed her eyes.
“Did you help her?””
The question hung in the room.
I waited.
Amy waited.
Finally, David answered.
“No.””
The relief on Amy’s face lasted only a second.
Because then he added:
“But I made a mistake.””
“What mistake?”” Amy asked.
“I gave her information.””
My heart sank.
“What information?””
“About your financial situation.””
Amy stepped back.
“Dad.””
“I thought I was helping.””
“How?””
David sounded ashamed.
“She told me Connor was controlling everything. She said you were trapped.””
I looked at Amy.
And she looked devastated.
Because once again, someone had believed my mother’s version of events.
“What did you give her?””
“Nothing illegal.””
“That wasn’t my question.””
Silence.
Then:
“I gave her the name of the bank where your joint account was held.””
Amy covered her mouth.
My blood went cold.
“Why?””
“Because she said she needed to protect you.””
There it was again.
Protect.
The favorite word of people who wanted control.
David continued.
“I didn’t know what she was planning.””
I believed he was scared.
But fear didn’t erase consequences.
“Did you help transfer my father’s inheritance?””
The line went silent.
Amy looked at me.
She heard it too.
Finally, David spoke.
“Who told you that?””
My stomach dropped.
Because innocent people usually ask:
“What inheritance?””
They don’t ask:
“Who told you?””
Amy whispered:
“Dad…”
David exhaled.
“I need to explain.””
“No,” Amy said.
Her voice was breaking.
“I need you to answer.””
Another silence.
Then:
“Yes.””
The word hit like a weapon.
Amy grabbed the edge of the table.
“You helped her?””
“I didn’t know what she intended.””
“You helped her.””
“I thought it was temporary.””
I stepped forward.
“What did you do?””
David answered quietly.
“Your mother convinced me to sign as a financial representative.””
“For what?””
“For a transfer agreement.””
I looked at Amy.
Her father had signed documents.
My mother had signed documents.
Mason had signed documents.
Everyone had signed something.
Everyone except the person who owned everything.
Me.
“Why?””
David’s voice became smaller.
“Because she told me Connor was going to abandon the family.””
I almost couldn’t believe it.
My mother had created a fake crisis.
She convinced everyone I was the threat.
Then she positioned herself as the solution.
“What did the transfer say?””
David didn’t answer.
“David.””
“It transferred control of certain assets.””
“To who?””
Another pause.
Then:
“To Teresa.””
Amy sat down.
Her legs seemed to give out.
I reached for her.
She moved away.
Not from me.
From the truth.
“My whole family…”
She whispered.
“My whole family helped her.””
I sat beside her.
“No.””
She looked at me.
“My father did.””
“He made a mistake.””
“He chose.””
The pain in her voice was unbearable.
Because now she was experiencing the same betrayal I felt.
A parent choosing control over love.
My phone buzzed.
A message.
From my mother.
I opened it.
A photo.
My mother standing outside a lawyer’s office.
With Mason.
And David.
Under the photo were five words:
*You should have listened.*
I stared at the screen.
Then another message appeared.
*Tomorrow, everything becomes official.*
Amy saw it.
Her face changed.
“What does she mean?””
I looked at the three people in the photo.
My mother.
My cousin.
My wife’s father.
Three people connected by one secret.
And I finally understood.
The birthday party wasn’t a celebration.
It was a deadline.
My mother hadn’t gathered everyone to celebrate Frederick turning one.
She gathered everyone because she believed she was about to win.
I stood up.
“No.””
Amy looked at me.
“What?””
I deleted the message.
Then I grabbed the folder.
“We’re going to that signing tomorrow.””
Her eyes widened.
“Connor, that could be dangerous.””
“Yes.””
I looked at the documents.
“But if she thinks she’s about to take everything from us…”
I looked at Frederick sleeping peacefully.
“She needs to learn one thing.””
“What?””
I picked up my phone.
“I’m not the son she can control anymore.””
A moment later, Mr. Collins called.
I answered.
“Connor,” he said immediately, “I found something else.””
“What?””
His voice was serious.
“Something your mother didn’t know I had.””
“What is it?””
“A copy of your father’s final letter.””
I froze.
“My father wrote a letter?””
“Yes.””
“To you.””
I swallowed.
“What did it say?””
The investigator hesitated.
Then he said:
“Connor, your father knew your mother might try to control your inheritance.””
My heart stopped.
“And he left instructions for what to do if she did.””
I gripped the phone.
“What instructions?””
The answer came quietly.
“He named the one person who could legally stop her.””
“Who?””
A long pause.
Then:
“Your mother’s first child.””
I frowned.
“My mother only has me.””
Silence.
Then Mr. Collins said:
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“That’s the problem, Connor.””
“Your father’s letter says you have a sister.””
