Chapter 3: The Daughter They Told Me Never Existed
I couldn't hear the rain anymore.
I couldn't hear the grandfather clock.
I couldn't even hear my own breathing.
All I could hear was one sentence.
Our daughter.
I stared at Elena.
“What daughter?””
Her lips trembled.
“Vincent…”
“What daughter?””
Vanessa suddenly moved toward the door.
Elena noticed.
“Don't let her leave.””
I turned.
Vanessa was already halfway into the corridor.
“Stop!””
She froze.
For a moment, the three of us stood in the doorway.
Then Vanessa turned around.
“You don't know what you're doing, Vincent.””
I took a step toward her.
“Seven years. You let me believe my wife was dead for seven years. And now you're telling me there was a child?””
Vanessa's face twisted.
“She was never supposed to tell you.””
Elena closed her eyes.
I looked between them.
“What happened?””
Elena moved toward the bed and slowly sat down.
She looked exhausted.
Her cheeks were thinner than I remembered. There were faint lines around her eyes, and her hair was shorter.
But she was real.
She was breathing.
She was sitting in the bedroom where I had once kissed her goodnight.
I wanted to run to her.
I wanted to hold her.
I wanted to ask a thousand questions.
Instead, I stood frozen.
Elena looked up.
“Do you remember the night I disappeared?””
I nodded.
“I came home from the office. You weren't here.””
“I was in the hospital.””
“Vanessa told me you had gone to see your sister.””
Elena shook her head.
“I never went to my sister's.””
I frowned.
“Then why did Vanessa say—”
“Because she had already started planning everything.””
Elena folded her hands.
“Three months before I disappeared, I found out I was pregnant.””
My eyes dropped to her stomach.
The memory hit me.
We had been trying to have a baby for almost two years.
I remembered the night she told me.
She had come into my study carrying a tiny white box.
Inside was a pair of baby shoes.
I had laughed because I thought she was joking.
Then I saw her face.
I had picked her up and spun her around until she begged me to put her down.
We had promised each other that our child would never grow up feeling unwanted.
But three months later, she had disappeared.
“Why didn't you tell me?”” I whispered.
“I tried.””
“When?””
“Over and over.””
Elena looked toward the stack of letters.
“I wrote to you. I called you. I asked the nurses to let me speak to you.””
I shook my head.
“I never received anything.””
“I know.””
She looked down.
“Vanessa intercepted everything.””
Vanessa scoffed.
“That's a lie.””
Elena turned toward her.
“Then tell him why you signed my hospital records.””
Vanessa's face tightened.
“Because you were unstable!””
Elena stood.
“I was pregnant, frightened, and being held against my will.””
“That's not true!””
“You changed my medication.””
“I was trying to help you!””
“You told the doctors I was dangerous.””
Vanessa's voice cracked.
“Because you kept threatening to expose me!””
I turned sharply.
“Expose you for what?””
Neither woman answered.
I walked toward Elena.
“Please. Tell me everything.””
She took a shaky breath.
“The night I disappeared, I found out Vanessa had been using your company accounts to transfer money into private businesses.””
I frowned.
“What?””
“She had access to the household accounts and some of your private investment records. She was moving money through shell companies.””
Vanessa laughed bitterly.
“Of course. Blame me for everything.””
Elena continued.
“I confronted her. I told her I was going to tell you.””
I looked at Vanessa.
She was gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
Elena's voice softened.
“She begged me to keep quiet. She said she would repay everything. She said she had made a mistake.””
“And you believed her?””
“I wanted to. She had been part of our household for years.””
I looked at Vanessa.
“Why would you steal from me?””
She stared at me.
“Because you gave everything to Elena!””
The words exploded out of her.
“Everything! The house, the money, the jewelry, the attention. Every decision revolved around her. Even when she was gone, you spent years mourning her!””
I stared at her.
“So you stole from me because I loved my wife?””
Vanessa's eyes filled with anger.
“You have no idea what it was like living in her shadow.””
Elena shook her head.
“You weren't living in my shadow. You were working for us. We trusted you.””
Vanessa laughed.
“Trusted me? You treated me like family until I wanted something of my own.””
I felt sick.
Elena continued.
“That night, I told her I would give Vincent the evidence. She followed me to the garage.””
Vanessa interrupted.
“You fell!””
Elena looked at her.
“You pushed me.””
The room went silent.
I felt the floor tilt beneath my feet.
Vanessa immediately shook her head.
“No. That's not what happened.””
Elena's eyes filled.
“I fell against the concrete. I remember the pain. I remember the blood. I remember hearing you call someone.””
I stepped backward.
“You pushed her?””
Vanessa shook her head harder.
“She slipped!””
Elena continued.
“I woke up in the hospital. They told me my baby was alive, but I needed surgery. I asked for Vincent.””
Her voice broke.
“They told me you had been informed that I was dead.””
I turned toward Vanessa.
“You did this?””
Vanessa said nothing.
“YOU TOLD ME MY WIFE WAS DEAD?””
She flinched.
“I was trying to protect everything!””
“Everything?””
“My future! My position! My life!””
I looked at Elena.
“And our daughter?””
Elena lowered her eyes.
For the first time since she had entered the room, she seemed unable to speak.
“Where is she?”” I asked.
Elena wiped her cheek.
“She was born six weeks later.””
I felt my knees weaken.
“Where?””
“At a private clinic outside the city.””
“Why wasn't I there?””
“Because Vanessa had arranged everything. She told the doctors that I had died and that the baby had no surviving family.””
My voice dropped.
“That's impossible.””
Elena looked directly at me.
“She registered our daughter under a different surname.””
I turned toward Vanessa.
“What did you do with my child?””
Vanessa's mouth opened.
Then she looked away.
I grabbed the edge of the dressing table.
“Where is she?””
Elena reached into the pocket of her cardigan and pulled out a small photograph.
It showed a little girl sitting on a garden bench.
She had dark curls, bright eyes, and a small gap between her front teeth.
She looked about six years old.
My daughter.
I reached for the photograph.
My hands were shaking so badly that I nearly dropped it.
“What is her name?””
“Amara,” Elena whispered.
I stared at the little girl.
“Amara Whitmore?””
Elena shook her head.
“Amara Morgan.””
I looked up.
“Why Morgan?””
“Because I wanted her to have my name until I could bring her home safely.””
I pressed the photograph against my chest.
“Where is she now?””
Elena looked toward Vanessa.
“That's why we need to open the chest.””
I turned toward the staircase.
The antique chest was still sitting beneath it.
The initials E.M. glimmered beneath the foyer chandelier.
I walked back downstairs.
Elena followed slowly.
Vanessa stayed several steps behind.
Tasha was still seated on the bottom step, holding her belly. When she saw Elena, she covered her mouth.
“Ma'am?””
Elena smiled sadly.
“Hello, Tasha.””
Tasha's eyes filled.
“You're really alive.””
Elena nodded.
“I am.””
I looked at the chest.
“What's inside?””
Elena stood beside me.
“Everything Vanessa thought she had destroyed.””
I examined the brass lock.
It was old, but the mechanism looked recently replaced.
I pulled the small key Vanessa had given me earlier.
It didn't fit.
I tried again.
Nothing.
Vanessa suddenly spoke.
“It's useless.””
I turned.
“What?””
“You can't open it.””
“Why?””
“Because the lock was changed.””
Elena looked at her.
“You changed it?””
Vanessa didn't respond.
I examined the metal plate again.
Beneath the initials, I noticed a tiny circular indentation.
Then I remembered something.
Elena had always hidden a spare key in unusual places.
Once, she had taped one underneath a dining table because she thought it was funny watching me search the entire house.
I ran my fingers along the carved wooden edge.
Nothing.
Then I noticed a small decorative flower on the left corner.
I pressed it.
A hidden compartment clicked open.
Inside was a tiny silver key.
Elena let out a breath.
“You remembered.””
I inserted it into the lock.
Click.
The chest opened.
But I didn't lift the lid immediately.
Something was taped to the inside edge.
A folded envelope.
My name was written across it.
Vincent.
I opened it.
The letter contained only a few lines.
If you are reading this, then Elena has finally found her way home.
There is something you must know before you see the child.
The girl you have been searching for is not the only person Vanessa took from this family.
I stopped.
I read the sentence again.
Then I looked at Elena.
“What does this mean?””
Her face had gone pale.
Vanessa took another step backward.
Elena reached for my hand.
“Vincent, there's something I didn't tell you.””
I turned toward her.
“What?””
She looked at the chest.
Then at the photograph of our daughter in my hand.
“Amara wasn't the only baby born that night.””
My heart began pounding.
“What are you saying?””
Elena's eyes filled with tears.
“Vanessa took two babies from the hospital.””
I stared at her.
“Two?””
She nodded.
“One was our daughter.””
“And the other?””
Elena looked toward Vanessa.
For the first time, Vanessa began to cry.
Not the delicate tears of a woman pretending to be hurt.
These were the tears of someone whose secret was finally reaching the surface.
Elena whispered:
“The other baby belonged to someone in this house.””
I slowly turned toward Vanessa.
She covered her mouth.
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And from somewhere upstairs, a bedroom door slammed shut.
*End of Chapter 3.*
