Chapter 3: The Death Certificate That Never Existed
I didn't sleep that night.
I sat beside Elena's hospital bed, watching the monitor rise and fall while the fluorescent lights hummed overhead.
Every few minutes, I checked the hallway.
Vanessa had left, but her words remained.
Ask your wife what happened to the original death certificate.
At 2:17 a.m., Elena finally woke.
"Marcus?""
I leaned forward.
"I'm here.""
She looked toward the empty chair near the window.
"Did she leave?""
"Yes.""
Elena exhaled.
I took her hand.
"Tell me about the death certificate.""
She stared at our joined hands.
"I didn't know about it until I escaped.""
"Escaped?""
She nodded.
"Three days ago.""
I sat straighter.
"You escaped three days ago?""
"Yes.""
"Then why didn't you come straight to me?""
Her eyes filled with tears.
"I tried.""
I frowned.
"What stopped you?""
"Vanessa.""
My stomach tightened.
"How?""
Elena looked toward the door.
"She found out I had opened the chamber.""
I leaned closer.
"How did you get out?""
Elena took a slow breath.
"There was a maintenance tunnel behind the storage wall. It connected to the old equipment room. I found it when the water system stopped working.""
I remembered the pool renovations from years earlier.
The contractor had warned us that part of the original structure was unusual.
Elena had handled the project herself.
"How long did you work on it?""
"Months.""
Months.
My wife had been trapped beneath our home, secretly digging her way toward freedom while I slept upstairs.
I felt physically ill.
"Why didn't you call the police?""
"I couldn't.""
"Why?""
She looked at me.
"Because someone had been watching Lily.""
I went completely still.
"What?""
Elena swallowed.
"Whenever I tried to get near the house, the man who brought food would threaten her.""
I clenched my fists.
"Did he ever touch her?""
"No. Not that I know of.""
"Who was he?""
"I don't know.""
I stood and walked toward the window.
Outside, the parking lot was almost empty.
A few cars sat beneath the yellow security lights.
I stared at them.
Someone had kept my wife imprisoned beneath our pool.
Someone had threatened our daughter.
And I had invited that person into our home.
I turned back.
"Tell me about the documents.""
Elena looked exhausted.
"The house wasn't just ours.""
I frowned.
"What do you mean?""
"My father left it to me in a trust.""
"I know that.""
"No, Marcus. You don't.""
She reached for the glass of water on her bedside table.
I helped her drink.
Then she continued.
"The property includes the land beneath the house, the old service building, and the underground utility corridor. The original deed has a protected ownership clause.""
I remembered her father.
Robert Hayes had been a successful property developer.
He had died when Elena was twenty-six.
He had left her several properties and investments.
But Elena had never been interested in discussing the details.
"Vanessa wanted the property?""
"Not exactly.""
Elena looked directly at me.
"She wanted control of the trust.""
I shook my head.
"Why would she need me?""
"Because the trust gives you a legal interest while we're married. If I died without changing the beneficiary arrangement, certain assets would pass to you.""
I slowly understood.
"She wanted me to marry her.""
Elena nodded.
"She wanted to become your wife before the trust was reviewed.""
I stared at her.
"That's why she pushed the engagement.""
"Yes.""
My stomach turned.
"How long has she known about this?""
"Long before you met her.""
I felt the room spin.
"How?""
Elena looked away.
"She worked for my father.""
I stared at her.
"What?""
"Not directly. She was an assistant in his property management office.""
I remembered Vanessa telling me she had grown up in a small town and had built her career from nothing.
She had never mentioned working for Elena's father.
"Why didn't you recognize her?""
Elena's eyes filled.
"Because she used a different name back then.""
I felt a chill.
"What name?""
Elena looked at me.
"Victoria.""
The name meant nothing.
Until I remembered a photograph.
A framed picture in Elena's father's old office.
A young woman standing behind him at a company event.
Dark hair.
A narrow face.
A familiar smile.
I had seen that photograph years ago.
"Wait.""
I reached for my phone.
"I think I know who you're talking about.""
Elena grabbed my wrist.
"Marcus, don't.""
"Why?""
"Because she wasn't working alone.""
I looked at her.
"Who else?""
She closed her eyes.
"Someone in your family.""
The room went silent.
I stared at her.
"Who?""
Before she could answer, my phone vibrated.
A message appeared from my mother.
*Mom:* Marcus, please call me. Something terrible has happened.
I frowned.
It was 2:31 a.m.
I immediately called her.
She answered on the first ring.
"Marcus?""
"Mom, what's wrong?""
Her breathing was uneven.
"Where are you?""
"At the hospital. What's happening?""
A long silence.
Then she whispered, "Your house.""
My stomach dropped.
"What about it?""
"I went there to collect some things for Lily.""
"Why?""
"I couldn't sleep. I thought she might need her favorite blanket.""
I closed my eyes.
"Mom, what's wrong?""
"I found the pool open.""
I looked toward Elena.
She was watching me.
"Did you see anyone?""
My mother began crying.
"There's something inside the house.""
"What?""
"A man.""
I stood.
"Mom, get out.""
"Marcus, listen. He was in your office.""
"Get out of the house now!""
"He had papers.""
"What papers?""
She whispered something.
I could barely hear her.
"Your father's documents.""
My blood ran cold.
"Which documents?""
"The ones about Elena's inheritance.""
I looked at my wife.
She was shaking her head.
My mother continued.
"Marcus, he saw me.""
"Where are you now?""
"I'm in the guest bathroom.""
"Lock the door.""
"I already did.""
"Call the police. Right now.""
Then I heard a noise through the phone.
A heavy thud.
My mother gasped.
"Someone's outside.""
"Mom?""
A handle rattled.
"Mom, stay away from the door!""
She whispered, "Marcus, there's something else.""
"What?""
"The man...""
A pause.
Then her voice broke.
"He's wearing your father's watch.""
My heart stopped.
My father had been dead for six years.
The same father whose funeral I had attended with Elena.
The same father whose old watch I had placed in a locked drawer after his death.
"Mom, that's impossible.""
"I know what I saw.""
The handle rattled again.
Then came three slow knocks.
My mother began sobbing.
"Marcus...""
"What?""
"He knows I'm here.""
The phone suddenly went silent.
"Mom?""
Nothing.
"Mom!""
The call disconnected.
I immediately dialed again.
No answer.
I called emergency services and gave them our home address.
Then I turned toward Elena.
She was struggling to sit up.
"Marcus, you have to listen to me.""
I grabbed my jacket.
"I need to go.""
She caught my hand.
"Don't go alone.""
"My mother is in danger.""
"I know.""
"Elena, I can't leave her there.""
She pulled a small object from beneath her hospital blanket.
A silver key.
I stared at it.
"What's that?""
"The key to your father's office.""
I took it.
"Why do you have this?""
Elena looked toward the window.
"Because he gave it to me before he died.""
I frowned.
"My father?""
She nodded.
"He told me that if anything happened to him, I should never trust the person who came looking for this key.""
My fingers tightened around it.
"Who came looking?""
Elena's eyes filled with tears.
"Your mother.""
I couldn't move.
"What?""
"She came to the house the night I disappeared.""
I stared at my wife.
"Why?""
Elena shook her head.
"I don't know everything. But I heard her talking to Vanessa.""
I felt as though the floor had disappeared beneath me.
"My mother helped Vanessa?""
Elena gripped my hand.
"Marcus, I don't know what she did. But I know what I heard.""
"What?""
She whispered the words slowly.
"Your mother said the funeral had to happen before you found out the truth.""
I stepped backward.
My mother.
The woman who had held me while I cried at Elena's grave.
The woman who had spent months helping me raise Lily.
The woman who had told me I deserved to be happy again.
I wanted to believe Elena had misunderstood.
I wanted to believe there was another explanation.
Then my phone vibrated.
A new message appeared.
It was from an unknown number.
There was an attachment.
A photograph.
I opened it.
My mother's face filled the screen.
She was sitting on the floor of the guest bathroom.
Her hands were tied behind her back.
A man stood behind her.
His face was partially hidden.
But his wrist was visible.
A gold watch.
The same watch I had buried with my father.
Below the photograph was a message.
*STOP ASKING QUESTIONS, MARCUS. YOU ALREADY BURIED ONE WOMAN. DON'T MAKE US BURY ANOTHER.*
I stared at the screen.
Then another message arrived.
*AND IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO REALLY DIED FOURTEEN MONTHS AGO, ASK YOUR MOTHER WHAT SHE DID TO YOUR FATHER.*
I slowly lowered the phone.
Elena began crying.
"Marcus...""
I looked at her.
She whispered the words that shattered the last piece of my understanding.
May you like
"Your father didn't die six years ago.""
And suddenly, the man inside my house wasn't the only person I needed to be afraid of.
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